While he was waiting for Ginta to finish irritating stall keepers, Asuma mentally translated that first little speech into No, dude, I've never dated a guy who was good for me. Ginta seriously needed to learn how to speak in short sentences; that talk a mile for every step thing wasn't fooling anyone.

Well, maybe a little.

Then Ginta got his wires seriously crossed. Asuma almost accidentally body-slammed a civilian as he turned to give his companion a blank look. "Your granddad didn't like you being queer because of your grandmother? Dude, I realize sharing is a healthy thing, but maybe cross-generation incestuous leanings should be a second date topic." He rolled his shoulders, shrugging his jacket up. "'Specially if you're going to tack on mention of your equipment, too. Hell, I haven't even eaten yet."