[Ah, there it is. Everything lain out on the table for Passenger to pick apart as he wishes. His desires, his thoughts about the man himself, all things that Passenger records in his memory with the ease of a practised scribe. Yes, he expected most of this. He expected Sesa's ire (and the chirping voice in his head is too happy to remind him of that, is that what you wanted?). He expected Sesa's analysis of his behaviour to be spot-on, too. He almost expected Sesa's admiration, even, but Passenger would be lying to himself if he said he knew it would come to light now. It was obvious to him that Sesa wanted to stick around for one reason or another, be it that he's genuinely a soft person who likely doesn't want to burn this bridge yet, or that they have a shared interest in machinery and building things — but he surely doesn't expect admiration to come from it.

"Wishing to be closer" is what his brain catches on, in the end. There's a tail flicking against his hand, and were Passenger brasher, he might've taken that tail into his fingertips like he wants to. He knows better, though, than to so boldly catch a Vouivre by the tail. He'd parsed Sesa's interest in their kiss, naturally. It was difficult not to; were Sesa disinterested, he'd give Passenger a firm no like he tends to do where the offers of murder and arson are concerned.

Still. It's nice to have it confirmed. For what it's worth, it makes Passenger smile, just a little more.]

You wish to be closer, [he echoes, apparently only going to repeat the things Sesa says today.] You do not know how deep the river of my obsession for you runs. I offer you a chance to back out, Sesa, because the moment my true name graces your lips, the moment you close the gap between us, I shall not let you out of my grasp until both of us have breathed our last.