Shisui flinched at the blunt descriptor, and his hand immediately went to his hair to test the truth of such a statement. His curls weren't as soft as they used to be-- and sure, they were somewhat slick. Slick with sweat. Well, not really slick, but damp, perhaps. The corners of his mouth curved downwards as he figured out another reason why the ladies weren't necessarily looking his way this morning.

Oh well.

"I-- doubt this particular client would care what we smell like..." That he didn't reek was good news, but Shisui was suddenly extremely self conscious now. It was a good thing Ami was so short, he thought, because she wasn't exactly in the vicinity of his upper body and--

Oi.

"Stop staring at my ass, Ami, we have work to do." With that, he picked up his pace, longer strides covering the distance to the bench much faster as he stomped off, more embarrassed than annoyed.