Those limpet qualities have only seem to have gotten worse in the years since Suguru last saw her. She reaches around to grab her wrist. "Satoru, behave yourself for a little longer," she says, squeezing her wrist and tugging it off her ass.

"I don't relish being dragged through the rags. You should care a little about your reputation." Not that Satoru has seemed to care, ever. Suguru cares, but mostly because she wants some measure of privacy. It's hard to do what she does in bed when people are speculating about her life and sexuality and sex life all the time. "You're going to be the one answering questions, if it comes down to that."

She steps back, though she doesn't get far because Satoru's arms are strong, but she can hear people on either side of the hallway.

"You're a mess. I want you showered before I see you again."