Gregorio still had that fuming red face at Katsuro as he had pinned the other man down, he wasn't too happy that another man would think of him filling the shoes of a woman. And then he had the gall to tell him that he was thinking of him in a dress of all things. He had pinned him down with his knee pushing down on the other man's gut, "What the hell man?" he fumed as that was just salt into a wound that he knew he'd hold this against him. "What are you going on about?" he growled as his own manhood was already mocked by his family, he didn't need a stranger to go rub the salt deeper into the wound. Staring down at the man he caught a sight of tattoo that struck him as strange, as if he had seen it somewhere. What the hell indeed.