[ He feels that prickle of annoyance and, shithead that he is, Gen just relishes in it. There's something satisfying about knowing he can get under the skin of this guy, despite how he always seems so impossible to ruffle. The sly grin he's wearing curves just a little sharper as he lends more of his weight to lean against D, that arm slung over his shoulder squeezing marginally tighter. ]

Just a, ah -- [ what should he say? ] -- an admirer, let's say.

[ Real funny. He'll go with that.

(It's purely because it's funny that he rests his chin against D's shoulder, positioning himself just so, so that he's in a good spot to get a whiff of D's hair. Yeah, it's funny, is all? It's not like he's starting to feel weirdly restless and antsy, and getting too up-close into D's personal space is helping to quell that heated feeling building in his gut.) ]

You say you're busy, but s'not like these books are going anywhere, y'know. [ He leverages his weight to try and tug D away from his books. ] Been watching you for a while [ he hasn't ] and looks like you've spent more than enough time here for the day, yeah? How 'bout you take a little break from all the reading?

[ This is all just a joke, he tells himself. A prank, a gaff. It's not like he really wants to drag D out of here to somewhere more private. ... not really. Unless ... ? ]