Shisui blinked, then chuckled. He wasn't going to mention that she better be craning her neck to look at his face when he was facing her. The last thing he wanted was to hear her say he had a weirdly shaped man-thing and that she'd much rather be looking at someone else's. Not that he wanted her to look at his. No.

No.

This internal dialogue is getting out of hand.

Shisui shrugged at her question, though, but cocked an eyebrow at the mention of said 'M' thing. "What 'M' thing?" Kunoichi classes. The one thing he'd always wanted to find out. What was so special that kunoichi had separate secret classes the boys weren't allowed to butt into? He'd always wanted to know, but he'd never really gotten the complete picture. Just always bits and pieces of information from places.

"No, lechery isn't exclusive," he said quietly. His tone was serious. For a second or two, just as he considered nasty old men being jerks to his precious student. Shisui tore a piece of his bun at the mental image. Literally tore-- the bread ripped painfully under his teeth. "Those kinds of people need a good kicking in the family jewels. But-- as for the teasing." Shisui sighed. "I'll tell you a secret..."

By now, he was done with his bun, and he reached in for another. "I used to hate girls -- and women -- when I was about your age." They picked on him for his eyes. Called him pretty.

...They still did. But it didn't bother him so much now.