He ignored the second question, already shaking his head. "She just said it was okay, I think." Kaito wracked his brain for anything she'd hinted at. "She avoided me for a bit after the first time, but... she seemed to be okay. I mean, I warned her to ignore her emotions and all."

And then the rest of what Genma said got through. Kaito leaned back on his hands, shaking his head. "Man, no, she's not like that at all. She's like--like--" he sat up to gesture, realized he'd cupped both palms about a foot in front of his chest, and self-consciously dropped them. "She's so freakin' hot. She's got really long hair, and--" His hands had come up to his chest again. He dropped them. "And she's like a princess or something. No shit." Something like that. He couldn't quite remember.

Then his face fell. "But I'm pretty sure I totally botched everything." He sighed, leaning back on his hands. Genma sat in front of him shirtless, still multi-colored and pale. Even his bruises seemed pale. "I seriously suck at talking to girls. How do you do it? I always end up sounding like a total dork!"