The man shifted around, putting his hand on his cheek to cover his own lips from being read, "I.. I want to defect." He said, staring at her intently, "I'm from Iwagakure. I<em> know </em>things. And she's... Bakuton no Yumi, a member of the explosion corps as well. She's.. she's crazy. If she knew I was in here, I don't think she would hesitate to blow up the whole place."<br/><br/>"So maybe she doesn't-" He said, putting his hand down just as Yumi shouted, "A cup!?" She asked, looking at the waiter impatiently, "How about bottle service instead?" The man bowed respectfully and immediately took off, hurrying to accommodate his guest.<br/><br/>The defector turned back to Kaede, putting his back to the hunter-nin kunoichi, "I... I can't stay here. Listen, we should talk somewhere more private. If you can.. distract her or get her out of here, I'll meet up with you later, okay? Under the Torii on the lake."<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Seiji was in his thirties, likely never to go beyond Chuunin in his life. He had made police work a living, and was content to do so. Kakumei had run into him a few times in his dalliances around the village, but never struck up much of a conversation with him before now. He wasn't married and had no children. It was a gift and a blessing, he discovered in his talk with the older man- not being from any renowned clan afforded him the opportunity to do with his genetic material as he pleased. Many others did not have that option. He instead chose to become a shinobi police, upholding the Mizukage's laws and enforcing order throughout the village. He was tall, slightly.. wide, with short brown hair, green eyes, large eyebrows, and a square jaw. Judging by his looks, a specialist in taijutsu- and more the slow and steady type than a fragile speedster.<br/><br/>He wore the Kirigakure standard armor over dark blue attire and a black arm-band with the word '憲', 'Law' emblazoned in light blue. They talked at length, though most of it was Seiji griping and complaining about his own work. He reacted quite well to Kakumei's touches, which was... not always the case. Still, Kakumei found that more men were interested in other men that he had first suspected. It had to make one wonder how often someone attempted Kunoichi no Jutsu on a man who simply wasn't interested in women.<br/><br/>Being such a large village, Kirigakure had quite a few luxurious places to stay at. Though they did not expect them to stay overnight, the restaurant did allow Kakumei and Seiji a private room where they were served their every whim. It cost a small fortune and quite some time, but by dusk Seiji was quite intoxicated and pliable to his every whim. "I suppose I could always wait until the next version is made..." The man said, laying down on the assortment of pillows and blankets placed beside the short table where their meal lay cooling. His cheeks were slightly red from the alchohol, and the man had gotten downright giddy, "But what if they ask me for it until then?" He seemed to be talking to himself, "It's an inspectable item... and a restricted to police only. If my boss finds out I lost it, I'd be in pretty big trouble, you know?"