It was Genma's turn to be confused, between Kuromaru's strange assertions about Ginta--they had to be talking about Ginta, since both of them kept looking towards his apartment--and Tsume's direct challenge.

"I'm pretty sure Ginta isn't into dogs," he told Kuromaru. "But if you stay in human form he might give you a second look. He's not gonna go after your privates without your permission though, so you can relax."

His gaze was back on Tsume before he'd finished speaking. Flat and angry. He wasn't looking for a fight, but if she was going to give him one anyway, he wasn't backing down.

"Yes. You have to sort it out with me too." He could feel a muscle twitching in his forearm, sending sparks shooting through the hand balled into a tight fist at his side. The knuckles were still brown-purple and ugly, from where he'd hit that cop.

"You bit his face. You went after his scar, and don't tell me he asked you to, because I know he didn't. And don't tell me it's what he needed, because it the fuck wasn't." All the friendliness was gone from Genma's posture. His voice dropped low and menacing as his outrage increased.