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There were enough women in his life that had a mean right hook handy in case Naruto ever slipped off the charming road of chivalry. Despite common thought he did know how to treat the opposite species with as much respect as they deserved. Not that he abused his skills on the likes of some, say, like Yamanaka. Someone who could very well take care of herself. Maybe it was just her tiny figure or the way Hinata's voice barely reached his ears. Either way he was almost too afraid she would break and kept a sturdy eye on her since the moment he picked her up from Neji's apartment.

Of course it wasn't because of the tension between them or the fact that Naruto knew if something happened to Neji's cousin then double would happen to him. Absolutely not.

"Everyone likes tea around here. What's up with that?" He questioned her without really looking at her, as if it had been something that was bugging him for a great while. The look of mental constipation wiped clean from his face. "Guess I don't like the stuff enough to get why it's so wonderful. It's just crusty leaves and water to me."

He answered with a shrug, guiding the woman as she continued speaking. Again he shrugged, as if he were doing his best to bounce her words right off of him instead of acknowledging he didn't give a damn. "No need for the background information, Hinata. I know the guy has issues. Who doesn't?" This was true for the most part. He'd known Neji for a good portion of his life and through time he'd gotten close to him. To the point where they could finish each other's sentences... predict thoughts. There was just something so infuriating about someone who knew you so well, but when it really mattered you couldn't read them at all.

Naruto didn't like the insecure feeling he had when he couldn't pick up the phone and call the man or expect him at the door at random hours of the day with free food and winning wit. Yet he will never admit it and he doubted Neji gave a damn either way. There-in lay the issue. "He's an asshole, but..." He smiled as he reached forward and held the door open for her to walk in, the smell of muffins strong. "I knew what I got myself into. Why do you think I stuck around?"