"You-- I-- wha-- geh--" Hikari stammers, trying to keep up with the stream of consciousness of the much quicker kitsune, and failing miserably.  Her head quickly begins to spin from the sheer amount of questions she wants to ask, trying desperately to prioritize them, but making precious little progress even as more queries get piled on top of the list.  There's one, though, that stands out enough to break her indecision, momentarily: "...  my kind?"<br/><br/>Hitomaru's gaze makes her especially aware of her state of dress, and she bashfully pulls down the middle of the hem of her shirt, though that just pulls it tighter across her chest, making the thin fabric stick visibly to her damp breasts.  The move becomes even more futile as he switches places to behind her, as pulling it down in front just leaves the back raised that much more, exposing her round buttocks.  Hikari barely has time to give a soft, whining mewl of confusion at the feeling of hot breath tickling her ear and switch to crossing her open hands over her backside before he's back in front again, leaving her blinking.<br/><br/>"Ehh!  You...  you know Goroi-sensei?"  The subtext of his statement is lost on her, especially in the face of what seems (to her, anyway) to be far more important information.  Finally, someone who might know something useful!