Itto trembles as soon as he feels your gaze.

He isn't used to feeling so weak, but the weight on your eyes on him is heavier than anything he has felt before. He doesn't think for more than a moment before his knees buckle underneath him, his silver hair cascading over his shoulders.

Despite how unrestrained Itto typically finds himself, when he is in your presence, he quiets to a whimper. The only thought that settles in his mind is how he may please you.

He waits for you to speak.