He did not flinch, nor did his smile fade. There was not much that this man or anyone could do that Madara hadn't already done. And Obito had no normal social or physical boundaries. He had come into adulthood in a cave full of monsters. Propriety had meant nothing there. So the little lick was unexpected, but not surprising to him. And a few moments after Orochimaru drew back, Obito reached and touched the tip of his finger to his throat and brushed it upward along his chin. Just a small, easy, fond sort of gesture.

"And I look forward to your skillful examination."