For a moment, the world spun; when Motochika put Mitsuhide back on his feet, the younger man had to take a few moments to steady himself. He leaned into his lover until everything righted itself, then shook his head a little.

"There are easier ways to direct me," he said, a touch of his earlier amusement still there. "Nevertheless..."

He trailed off and began to walk, expression softer now. If this was the right way then he was almost certain that he knew where they were headed. He had been there a few times before, and actually obtained some good recipes from one of the locals who worked in the place.

The food would definitely be good.

By the time they reached the suspected restaurant, all of the humour was gone in his voice. Mitsuhide sounded gentle and affectionate now.

"Is this the one?" he asked, tilting his head a fraction.