[There's another shiver that sends his large frame shuddering as Himuro's fingers curl into his hair, the slight pull as much of a tease as anything Himuro says. There's a slight tilt to his head then in the direction of the other boy's hand, his interest piqued a little more]

Haa...? [He can't imagine anyone would, but then, Himuro sometimes sees things Murasakibara misses.] I'm pretty sure most people are more scared. [He's practically a 'monster' after all, given his size. Or maybe it's something about Himuro's near-constant presence at his side that sends people second guessing and scattering away.]

But a jealous Murochin could be fun to see. [He lazily grazes his teeth against Himuro's throat, debating internally on how much of a bruise he wants to leave behind.

And then, curiously, because something he's implied suddenly sticks out to Murasakibara:] Do you have something to confess?