[He stiffens like his arm is caught in a bear trap, and he's torn between cutting it off or fighting whatever it was that had clamped onto it - Sampo. Breath held, Gepard closes his eyes for a moment, just one moment, a moment so brief that someone might think of it as him blinking. He exhales, shuddering, soft, quiet, so quiet that Sampo is the only one that can hear it.

Gepard doesn't look at him. He doesn't make a point of looking away from him, so much as he's trying to act normal and failing at it. They're two strangers, walking arm in arm towards the same destination.]

Sampo Koski, there's easier ways of getting a free lunch than to spend time with me. [That. Focus on that.] And I didn't say anything about dates.