“I’m not a bad influence!” Cha pouted across the room at Shusei who sat at the keyboards chuckling. “I’m not.” He turned back to Gackt who didn’t look the least bit convinced.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah!”

“Then what do you call it when you take You out drinking, hm?”

Cha’s eyes darted to the violinist – who had suddenly turned the most vivid shade of red – and couldn’t stop the predatory grin that spread across his face. “Clandestine operations…”