Yukimura caressed Kuronue's cheek. "I truly believe it isn't," he said gently. "But, let us wait until we are home to talk more." He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Kuronue's lips again, lingering, loving. "Not to avoid, but to talk when time is better, my love." He ran the towel along Kuronue's hair, squeezing out the excess water. "But, remember, it is only us that she will willingly give her body and I have witnessed some of the offers she's received. She did not know I was there. I can assure you, she chooses you." He kissed Kuronue once more. "Which yukata would you like? the blue or the green?"