Readjusting will do little good, Takatora; my underkimono is now too big for me.

[Yoshitsugu's grip grows almost wicked. The fact that romantic love is now an open part of their bond gives him options that were once unavailable to him, and oh, it's so satisfying to see how he affects Takatora.]

[Picking on the pure has never been so rewarding.]

If your mind wasn't so fixated on what lies beneath, you might be able to spare enough thought to realise that.

[After a moment of thought, he adds:]

Hopeless idiot.