If that extra bit of info had been tacked on there was a high chance key parts of Aya's mind might have shut down. When Ken moved to get his shirt back, Aya simply let go and drew away. Right, that next bit still went down the line of more information than Aya deemed necessary to know about Ken's preferences. Not to mention it was a weak addition at best.

You know?

They should have just stuck to the spiraling descent into madness.

Aya grunted, one of those non-committal sounds which meant a books worth and feigned indifference at the same time. He'd gotten what he needed and a whole basket more from this conversation. They should probably stop before anything else not expressly pertinent to their situation came up.

The swordsman pushed himself to his feet and glanced down at his teammate.