[Yukimiya hesitates only a moment before turning to look at that hand, and then placing his own atop it, fingers curling gently. His cheeks warm somewhat. Which is weird--this is probably going to get a lot more intimate than hand holding at some point, but that order manages to get him somehow.]

What do you want me for?

[After all, Endo said he didn't spill trade secrets without a contract. There's one in place now. It's worth trying to ask again.]