It's hard to argue with that reasoning, though Sasuke stares mutinously for a long moment before subsiding into the dregs of his glass. There's a heat beginning around his temples and edges of his forehead; he's not sure if it's the alcohol or not, but it's somewhat discomfiting.

"As long as you don't put Hinata on seduction missions," he grouches, then adds: "Or any of us."

Not that he can imagine Naruto on any seduction mission except a disastrous one.