A sound much akin to a purr leaves the attorney's lips in response to the new contact - all out of anticipation for what's to come. A slow angle of his head follows upward to shake off any awkwardness still lingering at this point in time; soon, a hand follows, reaching for and ultimately settling against the small of Nanami's back.

"No, I do not. Or - perhaps ...," lips curve into a smirk. "I want you to take the lead."

It isn't as if Nanami took the lead last time, but whatever.