[Oh he sees what he was doing there. Turning it into a innuendo-off. His brows raise as his right arm shoots to the side of Light's head, his forearm resting on the wall as he leans that little bit close to be anything casual. He's not talking loudly, but he isn't whispering either, a light husk to his tone as his starts ghosting his breath over Light's ear.]

I don't need the Author's influence to make me any better at what I do. I've got ten years of experience and never once has it failed me. But the fact is, if you weren't interested you wouldn't be encouraging, now would you?