[Her kiss draws him further into her grasp, returning it with equal fervor, that expression of hers scrambling his brain. He's got a feeling he's going to discover more about himself while he's with her, and that thought alone is exciting. Anything Yoimiya does is alluring to him, taking his mind off of matters he otherwise would always be thinking about, whether it be duties, family, or fighting.

But he can always liken simple pleasures to battle, no matter what it is.

Tartaglia finds his eyes locked with hers, only breaking so she can take care of her mask and the rope that's attached to her kimono. With it finally discarded, he closes in, drawing her into another kiss as his hands now are free to undo the obi around her waist. But he's careful as he does so, knowing that her vision is tied there, palming it as the belt drops to the floor. After one last pass of caressing her lips, he breaks it to look down and smile.]

Much easier. Here.

[Reaching into his jacket, he produces a long chain, which he threads through her vision before hanging it around her neck.]

A word of advice- always keep it on you, no matter what. You never know when you'll need it.

[A warning from years of working in the Fatui, but he doesn't say as such. He tries not to make it a terribly serious moment, brushing some of her hair out of her face as he locks his eyes with her own once more.]

Now, how would you like me to repay you tonight? I was thinking of returning the favor you did for me earlier...

[He licks his lips once before one of his hands slides around the fabric of her now loosened kimono. But there's the matter of all that sarashi, and no doubt that'll be fun.]