I'm sure you'll...give them that kind of taste.

[A bitter, cruel, burning taste. Unfortunately, Mandricardo has Been There, and sees nothing wrong with what Sakyou is saying. Terrible!]

...It's okay. I mean, I admit, I-I didn't think I'd find somebody who'd...understand. I suppose.

[And he draws back, looking over the other's hands to make sure there's nothing uncovered, and then...ah. Mandricardo's cheeks blush as bright as that torch from before.]

Y-Y-You would? With me?

[YES IDIOT, WITH YOU]