[He just raises an eyebrow at the other incredulously. He's kind of the worst liar. So he is not so sure that he would be the best choice for something like this. But, well. It had already started, evidently. Even if the vampire had no clue what he was getting himself into. That Vanitas was desperate enough and seemed comfortable enough, trusted him enough, to rope him into something like this.

He swallows, trying to ignore the heat he feels on his face. The way his heart seems to hammer faster in his chest. There's nothing he has to compare this to. He just knows that whatever it is about Vanitas, it's different from how he feels about Domi. Probably, he should feel angrier about this? Not that he isn't, but he's more irritated that this was sprung on him.]

A week? This seems more like your problem. But now you've gotten me roped along with you.

[He sighs, running a hand through his mop of hair as he shifts to get more comfortable.] I don't know how convincing I would be at lying.