It's for- it's. [Explaining the innuendo just ruins it for him. He might as well give up with this guy if he's really this dense. He trails off, looks away with a glare, and then lets go of his tail. He flicks it up in a wide arc, smacking Konoe in the face with the fluffy (and now slightly wet with saliva) appendage.]
It's nothing. Go ahead then.
[One arm crossed across his chest, everything about his posture and expression says 'sulking'. His free hand starts picking fur out of his mouth.]
no subject
It's nothing. Go ahead then.
[One arm crossed across his chest, everything about his posture and expression says 'sulking'. His free hand starts picking fur out of his mouth.]