Kuromaru nodded, gaze sharpening and unfocusing all at once. "Cheese, yeah. With a little bit of mayo, maybe..."

Tsume whacked him, sending his injured head cracking forward, and offered Genma the glass of water.

Kuromaru yanked his head up, eyes bright. "What was that for?"

She only stared at him.

He glanced at Shinobu. "...Oh. I can't help it. He looks so tasty..."

Rolling her eyes, she looked back at Genma. "As interesting as cop-punching sounds," that was definitely a story she needed to find out about, "and as much as I'd like to hear about this gambling debt, I don't think now's the time." She looked pointedly at Shinobu, then tipped her head toward her familiar.

Kuromaru was leaning around her so he could keep watching the little rat summons. His pupil took up almost all of his iris, his lips parted far enough to show the healthy pink inside his mouth--and the glimmer of human-sized fangs.