"Where did you go last night?" Temari asked. She didn't look at Gaara; she was busy inspecting her nails, but Gaara could feel from her aura that she wasn't asking idly, not simply to make conversation. He supposed it was a bit worrying for the Kazekage to be wandering off in the night without telling anyone, but then, he didn't much care at this point. He was going to do what he damn well wanted.
"Don't worry about it." He said.
Temari turned and looked at him, her eyebrows raised. "What's that supposed to mean? If you tell me not to worry, I'll feel like I should be worrying."
Gaara shrugged. "That's your decision. I mean it when I say don't worry."
Temari smiled a little. "I know that. That's your problem; you mean everything you say."
Gaara frowned, feeling that Temari was making fun of him. "It's not really any of your business anyway."
Temari leaned forward in her seat to peer up at him. "If the leader of my country – who also happens to be my little brother – goes missing at night in a foreign country, don't you think I'll consider it to be my business?"
Gaara shrugged. "Fine, I understand what you mean. Well, I'm not going out and picking fights in sketchy bars, or anywhere else for that matter." He told her, trying to placate her.
She sat back and sighed. "Alright. Thank you."
"That's more something she would do." Gaara muttered to himself, and he smiled.