Kuromaru leaned closer in return, leaning slightly against Ginta. He turned his head to whisper. "I didn't mean to. But if these guys are after your balls, you might think twice about mounting anyone around here, anyway. I don't know if I'd trust them. I bet they're just waiting for you to let down your guard." He pulled back slightly to ponder Ginta. "Good thing I came along when I did."

With a bright smile, he swiveled on his barstool, turning his back to the crowd and trusting Ginta to watch them, and picking up his beer before swiveling back. "When Tsume goes to a bar, she almost always knows everyone. Do you know everyone? There's a lot of people here." He glanced around, the darkness and flashing lights hiding the exact width and breadth of the room. He couldn't quite gauge an exact number, but there were a lot of people. "You could fit my whole clan in here," he muttered into his drink. Then he sniffed, and shook his head to clear it of pheromones. "And everyone is horny."