"I don't have to watch. I can feel it every time you touch me, you know." Duh. Gokudera reaches a hand into his pocket, and- oh yeah... no cigarettes. The reminder he gives himself feels like getting smacked upside the head and he moves his hand back out, scratches at his neck, and starts chewing at his lip in irritation.

"Not to everyone." He remarks, aggravated that the other is right. Yamamoto is on a real winning streak with making good points. How irritating. "What, you don't sweat in your practice clothes?" For someone so active, Gokudera would think Yamamoto sweats an awful lot. Maybe he doesn't though... he's never actively seen him very sweaty.

"Look, just forget about it. I'll dry off on my own. I'm not catching a cold, and suits are not something you just... come by. It's fitted just for you. Custom." See... there's value.