[ McGillis is very aware of all the ways Izou falls short, but that's precisely why he has no interest in harping on it right now - there are very few things that could kill the mood as effectively as casting doubt on Izou's merit as a samurai... Or so McGillis thinks, being very considerate for once, and then Izou just does it himself.

Instead of killing the mood, it makes McGillis huff out a laugh. ]

You make it sound like a badge of honor.

[ McGillis rests his chin on Izou's shoulder, bare chest connecting with freshly bared back. His tone is quite conversational, even as his hand wraps around Izou's dick and begins light stroke within the confines of the fabric. ]

And it might be justified. Think you could have cut those old master down, given the chance?

[ Do not tell him any of them are here. He is going to get up and walk out. ]