"Is there something wrong with being one?" Shinjirou's scalp is hot under the thick strands of his shaggy hair. Jade continues scratching him, encouraged by his reactions. Shinjirou's cheeks are flush with such a lovely colour; if Jade were a more tactile person, it would have been difficult to resist running his hands along them and then down his neck, feeling for his pulse. "Loyalty and cleverness don't seem like bad traits to me."