If Kaito's aim had been to draw attention away from his nudity, he was going about it all wrong. Genma's eyes tracked Kaito's hand and the drape of the towel: damn.

Also, that Natsumi was one stone cold bitch if she could take Kaito's jutsu at full strength and not do anything to counter it. She must be some kind of serious dyke.

"Did she say anything about it?" he asked. His gaze traveled back up lean, rippling muscle accentuated with just a hint of hair, in all the right places. Damn.

"She must have some major stones. I don't think I know her. What's she like? Short hair, built like a brick wall?"