[ Don't worry too much about the ears. They're just giving curious little flicks as Kiritsubo lists off those tattoo options, matching the way Gen's gaze idly roams her body, looking for any hints of which one might be the most lascivious option. The wasp and honeycomb ones are already nice enough to look at, certainly -- she has a great rack, 10/10 -- but it's hard to turn down the appeal of getting a peek at something that's normally hidden.

And as he permits the slow creep of her hand under the hem of his shirt, pretending not to notice it even as he relishes that grazing touch, he drawls, ]

You've got a scary collection there for someone with such a pretty face.

[ Just an idle observation. Aren't most girls more into stuff like flowers and prettily-written words? At least, that's what he recalls seeing on the foreign models he'd often spotted online sporting tattoos.

Not that he's complaining, either way. ]

Hmm, let's see -- [ The mention of her being an Exalt does ear a sharper flick of the ears, but he simply files that information away for the moment. ] -- how 'bout the sword?

[ The navagraha's gotta be pretty big, right? Probably on her back, he'd guess. And of the remaining options -- of course he'd gun for whatever immediately sounds the most stimulating. The dangerous option. ]