That tone was like nails on a board... and yet it put a brief hesitation in Gerome's step. Brief enough that Inigo was able to catch him and grab him. Luckily just by the shoulder. No cling to his hand this time or just throwing himself bodily at him.

He didn't immediately shake the hand off. He even stopped, against his better judgement. And when his head turned just a little to see Inigo, he regretted everything.

Gerome quickly looked away, a hand lifted to seemingly adjust his mask, but really it was to hide the slight flush to his cheeks. Inigo had no right having eyes that big. Nor any right to use them against him like that. And yes, he could resist... Just about.

"... Will you stop that incessant whining if I say yes?" He asked, tone just a little harsher than he'd intended to mask his embarrassment.