Raidou ignored Lornes red-faced denial for a moment in favor of,
"Pfft. Then your a idiot. He's totally a lover of the cock. Oh, there's a sect for that too, incidentally, if you ever get tired of your savior on a stick. Of even if you don't, really I think the Cult of Cock is an open one. Like, you know, Buddhism. They meet on Tuesdays and Fridays for circle jerks and cocktails. Or was that the club NEXT to the Cult? Oh, hell, I don't know for certain. Hey, Iruka was should check there you know how Genma can be, right?" He ruffled Iruka's hair, then stopped. "Hey, Iruka, do you have feathery pubes now?"
Still ruffling, now, but slowing, in a thoughtful way.
Spark, sputter, went the wheel. The rat sighed and got out of his lazy-ratlet, waddled to the gears, and pee on them until the ice melted and Raidou's mind was spinning away merrily again.
"You are so gay. You taste gay. Gay-ish. Oh, damn, You're onna those Epress-C'tholicois, aren't you? Mercutio says your kinds the dirtiest once the sticks out. then in. then out. then in. The dirtiest."