"You're welcome," Genma said. He dropped the jutsu and sat back, breathing harder than he liked. His hands were trembling when he reached for his teacup. "I'm not sure I can do anything about your neck right now. I kind of... Whew... Well you know how it is when you're just back from a mission." He sat back and sipped his tea. "Maybe in a minute. I'll give you that salve anyway."

It was telling, Genma thought, that despite the fact he'd had her near moaning from his touch, all he really wanted to do now was crawl back in bed and continue with that dream. She was hot, there was no question: pretty, shapely, seemed to have a decent sense of humor, and not, thankfully, a freak who let the T&I creeps smack her around for fun. But he just couldn't muster a response that was anything more than mild interest. That was why he didn't go clubbing right after missions, he told himself.

She'd as much as confirmed she was Kaito's girl though. They could talk about that while he got some sugar in his system. He reached for the mochi he'd left unfinished and tried to convince himself that he was hungry for it.

"So you're the person Kaito had his mission with. He's okay, I saw him this morning. Didn't tell me his mission partner got hurt though." And now what? He wasn't going to tell her Kaito was smitten with her, but maybe there were ways to get her talking about him. It would be good to get her perspective on just how seriously he'd been floundering with her. "I'm sort of assigned to oversee his rookie period..." That was similar enough to the truth without giving away he was teaching Kaito Eros skills. "How was he to work with?"