"No, you're right, everyone's got their own comfort level, and I shouldn't make fun of the repressed-boy." She still thought he was a tool, especially based on some of the other things Rikku had said.

She stopped fussing with the stockings and leaned against the wall, considering how to phrase her answer. "I was teasing," she said, a small smirk twitching at the corner of her mouth, "mostly."

"I like boys. I like boys a lot," Dōjima answered. "I just never saw a reason to turn down an interested playmate. Does that make sense?"

"Well, that, and in my society, it's rather frowned on, and I enjoy pissing off my father. Kissing girls is what got me tossed out of my last school, you know."