[ Okay, so he may or may not have been growing a little complacent and dropping his guard. How could he not? D is such an insufferably perfect, unflappable, pretentious sack of shit that he couldn't help feeling smug at having gotten one over him. Mind already fully occupied with thoughts of where he should take this next, Gen utterly fails to notice the way D is scoping out their surroundings until his back's suddenly hitting a wall.

D gets his answer immediately. The 'stranger's' throat works hard beneath the skin of D's lips, pulse thudding so fast that it must almost be tangible even through the barrier of warm skin. The low call of the name has a hot thrill immediately shooting down D's spine through his sympathetic link, the electric quality of it lingering in the form of heat simmering in the gut.

I try not to think about how fucking funny it would have been if he was wrong and he's just making moves on a well-meaning but horny stranger.

Though -- even those very obvious signs end up being unnecessary, because the spell Gen's been relying on for his disguise fades in the wake of his shock. The stranger's face melts away with a shimmer of light, leaving just Gen trapped there under D's forearm, lips curved in a lopsided smirk. ]

Comin' on a little strong there, aren't you? [ His words peter off into a low laugh as he slouches against the wall behind him. One hand raising to pat at the arm braced against his chest. ] S'that what you're actually into, after all your pretending to be the perfect prissy gentleman?