The warm rush of annoyance had fled, leaving her herself. She took a step back. "Really, Jiraiya. Do you think anyone could pressure me into doing something that I wasn't welcome to?" She tipped her head, softening her rigid expression into something that mimicked an invitation. "Perhaps you need to get to know me better."

Renamon wasn't shooting him down--she was giving him a chance. They would both see what came out of it. She half-turned, and took another step. "Tonight, then?"