If the knowledge of what she could do with her bare hands wasn't enough to have Kegawa seriously worried, the sound of Tsuki's<em>voice</em>sure as hell was. The last time they had heard her use that tone, he had ended up hospitalized for weeks. There was only so much distance one could cover unwillingly before the ground came up to catch you, after all. Really though, truth be told, Kegawa had been exposed to strong female figures all his life, and for the most part his whole image as a player was just that, an image. Now he was, like all members of the Inuzuka clan, almost physically incapable of being calm and sedate, however in this case... Well, being more or less picked up by the jewels, he was proving just how still he really could be when motivated. His only response to Tsuki's demand for their attention was a half nod; the last thing he wanted was to be thrown from this grip she had him in...<br/><br/>He reflexively glanced over to Hayate, wondering in the back of his mind whether the other man was as frightened as he was. When she gave them that dark look he almost looked away, though he damned well didn't look her in the eye directly just then. “Ok! Whatever you want us to-” Kegawa blinked and sucked in another breath as she squeezed his now insistent erection. He couldn't believe she really mean what he thought she meant... could she? “Train? You mean...<em>that</em>? But... aren't you mad at us? I mean, I won't complain or anything since it's you, but... really?”