Izaya leaned away from the desk and stood straight, his hands slid into his pockets. He made something of a sour face but eventually it faded into yet another blank expression. A part of him felt like there was more to Minato digging under him like this. However, his more logically aware self was pretty convinced that Minato was just sincerely a nice boy. Something that irked Izaya a little more. If Minato had just wanted to mess around with him then easily Izaya could play back.

Kind people had never made Izaya hold back from hurting them. Saki was his godchild practically and a sweet girl, tender and nice at heart, and he had happily corrupted her life to the roots, crippled her for quite a long time physically, and managed to destroy her boyfriend's life just as well. And Izaya found it all so amusing.

He could break Minato's legs. He could deceive his friends and destroy the kid from the inside out. He could at least try to. And part of him really did want to do that. He wanted to see Minato break down and fall apart. To Izaya, it would be an absolute, perfect example of why he loved humanity.

"I want to see you cry one day," Izaya said suddenly, lowly. "Really cry."

He looked away from Minato, his smile easy. "And I hope it's because of me."

He wanted to hurt this boy. This boy who tried so hard to understand him. This boy who tried so hard to be kind to everyone. Sickeningly enough, Izaya didn't even think he tried that hard on the latter. It just came naturally.

Either way...

"But sure. I'll spend Christmas with my Minato-kun. It might be fun. My apartment's not really decorated though." He hadn't bother to go out and buy a tree or anything. Not even the stocking that the locals were pressing for. His apartment was plain and simple as ever. The only decorative thing seemed to be the small fox Minato had made him and quite a lot of dried out roses from some select people.

Other than that..."Unless Minato-kun wants to have Christmas at his home?"