Raidou wished she'd stop talking about fruit and blood in the same breath. But his shoulders relaxed slowly as he listened to her reasoning. His total knowledge of women came from one crazy genin teammate, his mother who'd been far too busy to explain the intricacies of... well, most things, and whatever liaisons he'd found himself in during the war. Female bleeding hadn't tended to crop up as a topic of general discussion.

He hadn't raped her.

He breathed out slowly, a weight lifting from his soul, and bowed forward a little as relief made him dizzy. Tsume's knee come up a little fast, but he was too busy dealing with other thoughts to mind resting his forehead on her.

"Nex' time," he mumbled, words breaking up hoarse against the fabric of her khakis, "tell me that bit first."