Every time his nails brush her neck, her hand edges closer to the bandages on her leg, though she forces her breathing to remain steady and her smile to stay on her face. "Itachi-sama, you shouldn't say that like it's a major accomplishment, you know," she points out, smile more genuine as she looks to him. "You really should learn when Sasuke and I cook."

Her eyes slide sideways toward Obito, though she knows she can't see him from this angle. "Well, I guess that's to be expected from a clan obsessed with fire jutsu, huh?"