Still, after the way she'd looked at him before he closed the car door, and the unconvincing display she'd given during the drive. She wasn't appalled, she couldn't play at that anymore, but he supposed she could still be dumb. His teacher. And she continued to put Naho's name between them, even when they were this close. Yukina had been sweet, but she'd lacked Rei's... dam of history and its resulting abandon. Yukina wasn't a game as much as she was an appetizer. Shadows of a wolf's muzzle in full wrinkles on his face when she proceeded to lie to both of them.<br/><br/>One of his fingers pressed to deform a corner of his mouth against his teeth. He drew it slowly to the other side, moving the flesh of his lip along until he tugged at it. Volatile way of cleaning yourself. He knew to draw attention to his large mouth, where his wicked was. Kitato huffed through his nose when that hand flicked to the side. Rei was tiring him, and he was incredibly old then, like someone who'd seen people go through their dances too many times, and only wished for their arrival at some primal truth at the end of their denying waltz. Kit had always had this kind of intelligence when he wouldn't get lost in books. In this, Nahoya was a child, stumbling and incredibly unbalanced.<br/><br/>"And you think I'll be good with it, sister Rei?" he asked. His voice came from the ground. "Let me see first, before I decide, yes?" and then he took the hand that had fixed her hair, and dragged her along to Yukina's mattress. He didn't invite her on, but simply tossed her, spending energy high on her body so her legs wouldn't follow well. Inevitably she'd made the dull surface her bed, and then her lover's brother would be on her. His legs were a prison for hers, and his arms became her world again. Kit looked down at the would-be holy woman.<br/><br/>"Not as innocent, not as new." he said, comparing. He looked at her face and then drew at the short hair above her temple. "And so unfeminine." It was a lie, but he lied a lot. He sneered and let the hair back, out of place. "And youre..." Next his hand found its way to where Naho's tongue had been, but this time he let her panties be where they were, playing at protection. Of course he wanted them to be uverrun with compliments for him. "a little used already, aren't you?" Such an angry boy above her, with all the strength to have this glacial fit. He took the hand back to his lips and kissed the hot fingers. "But you're Nahoya's Rei. That's your saving grace." like his physical love was divine.<br/><br/>He sat up, having upset himself. "Get out then." he said and leaned back with his arms back and his hands on the mattress. He looked at the high ceiling and though the saw a bright ball in the darkness, wedged by some big feat. He breathed and it sounded bored. "I think you've convinced me." He wanted to tear her up and make her honest again. Maybe have her say all manner of lewd poems that her literature would censor, but the kind of heat he felt wasn't directly inspiring toward such tangling. It made him want to yell at her, and fill this hall with arguments. "Try not to say the title I've taught you when Naho is limp and barely moving ontop of you." where had he gotten this voice, like he'd had all of earth's lovers already?<br/><br/>In truth he was scorned. They'd just had a very debauched day and a secretive morning, and it had changed everything. Perhaps she could see the vulnerability in him, that his seething spelled, or maybe there was just that, a volatile beast who wanted her and was now insulted. The boy he'd been, staring with big eyes when Naho had squeezed her short, cubby fingers, was also there. Her little bundle of aching, jagged shards, eager to be assembled by her, and to hurt and reject her because essentially, that's what she'd done from the start.