At one point, Shisui just almost wanted to grab her jaw and 'help' her chew. Maybe even stuck two fingers down her throat to make sure she swallowed, too. But he wasn't that impatient, and he would never do anything of the sort to his A-- er. His student.

And yes, it worried him a little bit that she could talk about all that and the shape of his ass without even batting an eyelid, but struggled at things that actually mattered. It mattered; there was no way Shisui was going to tolerate a reputation like that. What kind of sick person made something like that up?!

The agitation and vexation seemed to mellow just a little, however, when he listened to her explain. In the end, he was sighing, shoulders drooping just a little. Did he just get worked up over nothing?

"...That-- that was very nice of you to check up on me but--" He really was touched. (And not to mention guilty!) "Ami. They didn't actually say anything, did they?" Because from what she was telling him, it sounded like she assumed they might have thought of silly things.

But Shisui wanted to know. For reasons.