Kurapika squirms against Leorio's hand, and that forehead kiss gets a groan that doesn't come out quite as annoyed as he probably wants it to be. His bound hands are pressed tight against his chest, though that is, admittedly, not doing a whole lot to help him get a hold of himself.

"Y-you're--" He tries to get a breath, to steady himself. Not that it does much good, but he at least wants to make an effort to answer. Otherwise that would be admitting defeat, he's pretty sure.

"You... c-care too damn much."