[ Time to be the odd man out, since the demon's response is a poorly restrained bit of snickering. It's rather amusing how prudish everyone is being over the Jinba woman's dedication to presenting her trophies. What a shame no one else in this little mental zoom call appreciates Hayame's creative endeavors, simply because her arrangements aren't flowers or gift baskets, but something that leans slightly towards the eclectic. To think she'd get such a cold reception after being thoughtful enough to share her masterpiece with the populace and their Kenoma-kind to enjoy.

Well, this demon does. And it's not only because they just so happen to share certain hobbies concerning turning bodies and heads into star-crossed lovers; separated and never to meet again. ]

She's delightfully entertaining to play with, if you ask me. [ He might not swing that way, but there's always a special place in his heart for a miserable, spiteful little creature that enthusiastically tries their damnedest to sink their teeth into him. ]

And while I'm not the sort to kiss and tell about the finer points of our encounters- [ Makoto doesn't need to know about J's revenge plot, and how he demanded a pound of flesh (only her heart, in the most metaphorical sense) from Hayame in return for the Jinba's attempt at taking his ward's life. ]

Should you two meet, you'll find our artistic friend has plenty of other surprising talents at her disposal, besides giving head. [ Get it? Come on, he had to. ]