[SUDDENLY Katsuragi is here. This is a Kitsune who knows when he's needed, drink in hand as he claps a hand down on Scaramouche's shoulder and leans over him.]

I believe your friend here is implying that your words suggest you wish to engage in sexual relations with one another. Why, if you're really looking to make him moan, why not put that mouth of yours to better use and--

[A nearby attendant clears his throat, and Katsuragi quickly straightens up an impossible feat, clearly and follows suit with a nod.]

As you were, gentlemen.

[And there he goes.]