"Kuroro!" Rhode let out a squeaky protest, closing her eyes and clutching the scarf ever so tightly to keep her blush from showing. Being hugged was nice, though she struggled just a bit for the sake of her own pride before leaning back against him, tilting her head up to rest on his shoulder. She didn't really notice Kurapika's discomfort, a bit too absorbed in her own sense of awkwardness in the situation. "They're your tarts now, Kurapika. You can do whatever you'd like with them."