When Tsuki let go of Hayate, Kegawa started to sigh in relief. That was stopped when she did<em>not</em>let go of him. Before he had so much as a chance to twitch he found himself with a much closer view of her ample breasts from above, followed by the floor. Purely on ingrained reflex he flipped himself around in mid-air and landed in a defensive crouch using the Inuzuka<em>shikyaku</em>stance.<br/><br/>When no followup attack came he cautiously straightened up, keeping an eye on his team mates. Even though he felt like she was part of his pack, and he knew peeping was a bad idea on any student of the Godaime, Kegawa refused to  be tossed about like a genin and keep quiet. "What the hell, Tsuki?! I get that you're pissed, but i said sorry!"<br/><br/>When she glanced back at him he reflexively moved back a half step. He was reckless, not stupid, he knew he was a bit faster, but a back-strike from her would only need to clip him if he was unprepared. When she shut the window and blinds, he glanced around nervously. That was when he spotted the book that started all of this, and it started to click in his mind. He could hardly believe it, but it seemed she really did mean training in<em>that</em>!<br/><br/>He barked out a laugh at Hayate's naive statement. Of course he though the same thing untill moments ago... As if preparing for a close in fight, he undid and tossed his vest aside and stood more confidently than before, his wild-man physique visible through the mesh shirt. "No there's plenty of room. You mean to train in the bedroom<em>for</em>in the bedroom, don't you?" He eyed Tsuki more openly as he started to his dominant posture and began to  grin again. "You know, I always mean it when I hit on you..."