He grins - of course he knows the answer. It doesn't make hearing it any less a delight. Zishu claims another loving kiss and slips an arm between their tails to blindly find the jar of oil they always keep right by their bed.

"Inside your tight body, or shall I ride you?"

Here in Nippon, Zishu gives his beloved more of a choice of who takes who. Out of gratitude. Out of love. Out of loyalty. It had nothing to do with the rules they've dismissed recently.