Asume snorted a laugh. "Yeah, they could call it 'I got my revenge on all the mean boys by sleeping with them'." His hand fell into his lap, joined by the one that had been fiddling with his sash. He made himself leave it alone. "And just for a leap of sanity, girls aren't gross. Girls are awesome."

His hands needed to stay away from Ginta, too, apparently. In-between that flinch and headbutt, before that sharp little grin had reappeared, there'd been something damn dangerous sliding over Ginta's face. Like a predator's glare, as it forced itself not to strike.

Or maybe he should ruffle Ginta more, just to make him get over it.

"So, because I'm morbidly curious, what'd this boy do to you? Anything I need to kick his ass for? Because I don't mind the workout." He grinned, only half-kidding.