"Oh," Mitsuko said and briefly glanced over at him. She looked at him from head to toe and then wrinkled her nose. "Well, you yourself look like you could get a bath. You have all of that unpleasant sweat running all over your body."
He quirked a brow. "Is that an invitation for me to join you in the spring?"
The man decided to be straight to the point. He didn't want to play around with her, or rather, he didn't want to blur the lines between her training him to be adept with using Ao and what they did.
"You… you can interpret however you want." Mitsuko walked ahead of him and never looked back. Her white robes were truly stained and covered with dirt in their spar earlier. "It is not up to me to decide whatever runs through your filthy mind."
