Tsume snorted. "Please. If I wanted either, I wouldn't ask you for it." Well, maybe the Hokage handout would be easier with his help, but it wasn't like she didn't have sway of her own. "Besides, I'm not sure ribbons on your nipples would be all that attractive."

She fit one key to the lock, jiggled, and switched to the next. Why couldn't they have one key for all the doors? Didn't that make sense to anyone other than her?

She glanced at him again and remembered--vaguely--the teenager she'd seen once. Maybe twice. "And I'm several years older than you. Bad thing about being well known?" She grinned. "I know how old you are." She tried the third key. "Can't say I blame you for not telling me who you were earlier, though. Not sure I would, either." The fourth key didn't work. The fifth slid in quite nicely. "Hey, you might be in luck." She twisted. It stuck. She twisted harder and added a jiggle. The lock clicked and ground around. Tsume stepped back, and the door swung open.