"Gave her the short form. Y'know, messes with emotions, just ignore it," Kaito mumbled, skin heating. "And the rest of my mom's clan isn't like that--it's like, person specific and they can control it and stuff after training. But I'm a half-blood, so..." His heart wasn't in the explanation, though. He was thinking about the chick from his mission.

Kaito took a deep breath and dove in. "She didn't seem upset. Natsumi. I mean, I ramped it way up to get the agent's landlord to tell us where he was, right? He was freaking out, and she was standing right there and hadn't kai'd or hurt herself or anything, and she seemed okay. It was her idea I use it again, later, and it totally worked."

He crossed his legs, scooting sideways on the bench to face Genma, one hand shoving his towel down over his crotch. "You think, maybe, it didn't bother her?"