[Kurama's hands slide gently over Akira's back. His eyes open at the brush of his boyfriend's thumb, narrowing briefly as he catches that second of averted gaze.]

I think it's safe to say we all are glad of that...

[He gives a small, amused puff of air at the question.]

Ah... A collection of vials of thorns, some from plants I'm unfamiliar with. They're very intriguing.