[ There weren't really any girls like this back in his hometowns. Piercings always stopped at the ears, for the most part, and tattoos belonged only to his father's associates. A woman like this would have stood out too much in his dreary hometown, and thus had remained the sort of figure he could only ever imagine in fiction.

But it turns out, now that he's seeing on in the flesh -- he's kind of into it. Something about that glimmer of a tongue piercing in particular gets his blood flowing hotter.

He'd let his shirt drop out of startled reflex, and Gen dons his best lazy smirk as he instead leans in closer to Kiritsubo. ]

That's cruel, lady. Playing it off like you're just in it for your work.

[ Said as he lets his own hand clamp over her wrist, fingers rubbing against the fine bones of her that delicate arm before squeezing just a little bit. Pulling her to press her hand flat against his hip, where his Aspect tattoo lies now hidden beneath the fabric of his shirt. ]

Not like I'd mind giving you a better look, but you gotta ask more cutely than that.