[In normal circumstances, Mitsuhide would not have risen to that mild provocation... at least not so quickly. But today he feels calmer and more at peace than he has done in a lifetime, even with the moments of deep embarrassment, and it lends him a certain amount of daring.]

[Before he replies, Mitsuhide finishes drying Motochika's chest and then draws his arms back.]

You have some scars that are more sensitive than others.

[As he says this, Mitsuhide raises the towel to Motochika's neck and dries it as best he can before speaking up again.]

And when your hair gets to a certain length, it begins to curl at the tips. Not to the same extremes of your younger days but notable nonetheless.

[And now the towel is raises to Motochika's hair, but Mitsuhide does not attempt to try it, instead dropping the item there, laughing quietly and stepping back. He can feel himself getting flustured now, but so be it.]

There are many things that you enjoy in intimate moments, but one in particular is sound. You take pleasure in having a vocal lover and do all you can to encourage more gasps and moans and utterances of your name.

[A pause, and then Mitsuhide turns around and walks a few more paces away. Now he is definitely embarrassed again; such words! How on earth has he gained the confidence to do this? Maybe there's something in the water...]

And you like to leave marks with your mouth, proving that you really are a possessive man.