"It does, actually," Suguru reassures her with a smile. "You think there aren't women willing to listen to get a taste of me?" She scoffs; that's unbelievable.

She tilts her head back when Satoru looms over her, letting Satoru guide her head for the moment. "But I like it when they fight back and resist. Makes it enjoyable when they finally fold."

Before Satoru can kiss her, Suguru curls her hand around Satoru's, and yanks without warning, attempting to pull her over the back of the couch. She wants, and aims for, Satoru to land in her lap, but she doesn't much care if she ends up on the floor. All that's important is Satoru not looming over her, and Satoru's hands off her.

"You don't get to decide you want a kiss and take it, Satoru. Learn to ask."