So everything became worse since we've last met in the last year. Are you sure you don't need escort to the Shrine? I mean... Whatever, thanks for the cake though, if you are serious, which is doubtful. I can be making some gift for you next time.
Fine? I don't know if I'm fine, but thanks for asking. Maybe. I have to go alone. I'm running out of medication anyway. No offence, I don't want to get shagged in my sleep by your blue co-pilot.
That was a metaphor of your incubi trying to enter any hole of my body. Are you sure I am the immature one here? Surely you would have caught /that/ one, Enma.
Oh that was a metaphor? I would not get it by myself, surely. But I'm gald I've managed to pull you back from "pwetti' wittle princess" to some serious things.
As long as holes are concerned.
First of, everyone is having their own preferences.
Second thing, there is a lot of ways to prevent infections during the process.
Third, my incubi is having no interest in you, so you can relax.