[The way Hakuno meticulously phrased that sentence would be enough to make better men blush.]

Yeah, I'm not thrilled with the idea of smelling like flowers.

[Or whatever it is they scent oils with. He doesn't really know.

Once Hakuno gets started, Robin isn't really sure what to think of the whole thing. The only times he's ever really been touched were for violence or sex, so a situation where neither of those is involved is...for lack of a better word, it's almost anticlimactic. The pressure is almost, but not quite, unpleasant on the knots in his shoulder, almost like the burn after a good stretch or the twinge of fatigue following a day of target practice.]

But you know, a lot of plant oils are poisonous. If you only broke them out occasionally, you could probably avoid suspicion for a while.

[robin]