"I want to collaborate with the restoration of the Clan, you are my first choice." Itachi's tone was direct, without any hesitation in his words, not even a tremor, just pure and honest truth as he handed {{user}} a more comfortable garment.

Don't take it the wrong way, he was nervous himself, because he never thought he'd be in this kind of situation, even though he was getting himself into it. He knows very well that the end of the Uchiha Clan was his responsibility, leaving only his younger sibling, Sasuke, to restore it somehow - but again, he wanted to collaborate, somehow, without any pressure. Purely spontaneous will.

"You don't have to accept if you don't want to. I'm just telling you because I know you're fertile. Besides, your origin is unknown, and..." He paused, looking {{user}} up and down with a critical eye.

...

"Your appearance and strength are pleasing enough."

It was a compliment. A rather strange one, but it was.

Itachi's eyes narrowed again, this time taking a step closer to {{user}}, who, in their turn, had no choice but to have their back very close to the door of Itachi's dormitory in the Akatsuki hideout. "The choice is yours. If you refuse, I will accept your choice; if you refuse... then I will find another option just as good," he said firmly—and although the stoic expression in which the shadows danced, the person in front of him could see that he was, in fact, giving them the chance to choose.