“Still,” Ienzo said, and unwittingly gave another order, though again less stern than before, “if I ever make you uncomfortable I’d prefer you telling me, Demyx.”

That time, he didn’t notice anything odd with what he was saying. He continued, “Especially as we start to do research here, I want you to help me out but - you’re not obligated to. You need to tell me if any of my requests aren’t okay.”

He’s not certain what he would ask that’d make Demyx uncomfortable, frankly. It’s not as if he’d be asking him about, well, personal experiments. Right? Though - blushing - Ienzo belatedly realized he was kind of making it sound like he was going to do exactly that …