[He may want more, but there's only so much Naoya can give. He regards Kazuya for a moment before continuing. He can't - shouldn't, won't - keep Kazuya in the circle for much longer. It's claustrophobic, and as much as it would be amusing to leave him there to stew it'd likely end up poorly for him.]
Then the contract is sealed. With words and with blood.
[Did he always have a knife in his pocket? Well he apparently did, because he slices his palm and lets the blood drip onto the circle. It flares for a moment and then the barrier disappears. Naoya winces and smudges the edges of both circles with his foot to open them.]
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Then the contract is sealed. With words and with blood.
[Did he always have a knife in his pocket? Well he apparently did, because he slices his palm and lets the blood drip onto the circle. It flares for a moment and then the barrier disappears. Naoya winces and smudges the edges of both circles with his foot to open them.]