Taira furrowed his brow, trying to make sense of the statement.
It was only as he opened his mouth to respond that the other implications began to sink in, and he closed it, turning a little red.
How the kami did you answer that?
Reaching for his supplies, he managed. "Well... you should be fine for now, Moto-san, provided you avoid any... uh... vigorous activities." As he started to pack things away, he paused to scrub the metal tools clean, and added, still pink-eared, "I am glad I have managed to, in some sense, dispel a poor opinion of my clan."
That was awkward.
He was awkward. And she was pretty, and that wasn't fair.