who do you think you are?

"I can still have a job," Kumiko said with a snort, "Normal people still handle jobs and social lives. Besides, it's not like I can travel out in the world with you, not with your dear Shizu-chan on the prowl."

"Would you want to travel out in the world with me?" Izaya asked. "I'm not tied to Ikebukuro."

Kumiko blinked several times, her eyes resting on him for a moment. "Well, the thought of it might not be terrible, I guess," she drawled out in response.

Izaya huffed in amusement.

"Well if you decide whether or not it is terrible, let me know."

"Fine, fine," Kumiko said with a wave of her hand, "A definitive not terrible decision has been made. Happy?"

"I suppose not terrible is alright," Izaya said consideringly. "Does that mean I have to take you somewhere now, though?"

"The sooner I find a new cuddle buddy, the sooner you're relieved of your temporary duty," Kumiko hummed out, "But that doesn't mean we have tl search now."

Izaya huffed in an over exaggerated way, flopping back in his seat and staring at the ceiling of the cafe.

"When can we search?" he asked. "Else I'll never be alone in my bed again."

"We can search now. I just said we don't have to," Kumiko told him with a shrug as she eyed him.

"It's a shame you want to get rid of me so soon, though. You're kind of warm and comfortable, oddly enough."

"For you, maybe," Izaya grumped, sliding further down in his seat and tucking his chin against his chest. "What do I get out of it? Nothing is what."

Kumiko snorted quietly in response. "We had a deal that you can have anything not illegal in return," she reminded, "It's not my fault you haven't chosen anything yet."

Izaya fixed his gaze on her, brow furrowed as he debated Kumiko.

"What if I asked for sex?" he asked bluntly.

Kumiko quirked a brow in response and eyed him for a long moment.

"Do you honestly think that I'd believe you'd want sex from an insufferable brat?" she asked, tilting her head, "Especially when you complain about sharing a bed."

"Why does sex need to be in a bed?" Izaya asked, "I've plenty of sofas, walls, the floor... I would hardly be inclined to ask you to stay and cuddle when done. Due to the aforementioned brattiness. Although I don't generally believe there's an awful lot of conversation during intercourse for you to be insufferable in."

Kumiko let out a dramatic sigh at the mention of it. "Fine, fine, I'll accept the point you made," she said with a small shrug. "Though I still doubt that sex is what you want. What is it that you actually want, Izaya?"

"To see how far you'd go," Izaya said. "Can't you just indulge me my curiosity? What is this worth, to you?"

Kumiko snorted quietly. "And what if I was okay with going all the way?" she asked with an arched brow.

Izaya shrugged.

"Then it would be another piece of information to store."

"Such a weird man," Kumiko drawled out. "Then, you have the information. Happy enough?'

"That was a 'what if I' statement," Izaya pointed out. "Not an actual answer. You can't answer with a question."