"Mm, I do." His lips flicker with a smile, something soft and warm and maybe just a bit ironic, because Russia does know Canada. He knows exactly how he ticks even though he sees the over lay of America to his movements at times. But...as much as he can deny things, Canada's worry is something distinctly him and Russia knows this well.

There's plenty for him to be worrying over, too, from the interlocked fingers, the public status of their surroundings, the gentle touches that are far more intimate in that they are actually understood as between the two of them. So with a little heaved sigh, Russia pulls back from where he was pressed, fingers still entwined with Canada's, eyes still locked. There's something in Canada's gaze that draws him in, has him leaning closer and reaching out with his free hand to catch jaw in hand, draw in the unresisting nation and place a kiss to those lips.

Russia could never quite resist a thrill after all, and messing with such potentially hazardous things, such relations that have a chance to end with them both wrecked, has him forging forward as if he cared not for the scene they could be causing and the mess he was creating in Canada's emotions.