[A satisfied smirk settles on Rosen's lips once Hijikata starts to turn a lovely shade of pink. He licks his tongue slowly around the man's retreating digit, letting it go with a wet pop. It's good to know he still has it. Rosen hasn't had much luck in terms of customers, especially since more than half the clientele seem to prefer girlish twinks. Nevertheless, Rosen is oddly amused that he has such an effect on Hijikata.]

For you, maybe but for me--time doesn't really matter.

[He's quite aware of what Hijikata meant but he couldn't help but reference or less, brag, about his alleged immortality. Time means nothing to an arkana like him.]

Unless you want to make a special reservation for my services?

[Rosen gives him a playful wink before glancing over at the other tables. Yeah, no. No one wants his services here. Everyone flocking to the fan favorites in the ridiculous maid costumes. How trite. Then again, it's to be expected. Half these people look like they just crawled out the bloody womb except for a notable few.]

In case you haven't noticed--[He turns his attention back towards Hijikata.] You're my only client.