[Hayame almost says "no", that he never, ever did, because most days... She didn't feel as if it were so. She had always been the one between the two of them more worried about their differences- whether they could be overcome, whether others would judge them poorly for them. Except that... well. Even if it was couched in self-deprecating humor, and even if it had been... a rather intimate, heated moment...

Hayame clears her throat awkwardly, her cheeks flushing a more obvious, heated red. She cannot meet Yuri's eyes.]

Not... not a lasting dissatisfaction...

[She had assured him, hadn't she? About... that particular issue? It wasn't... a problem anymore, but-

But that wasn't the point! The point was... She definitely had to say something else, quick, less they both ended up lingering on what her words could possibly mean. And the point... it was far more sobering than a bit of insecurity disguised as a joke about the difference in human and jinba manhoods...]

But it. It would be only natural.

[To... have those sorts of accidental thoughts. Even if he did not voice them, and even if he even felt bad after having them...]

If I were human to think... "Oh, this height is better" or... "Now sharing a bed is easier"... or "This way we don't have to go to the market as much"...

[... Ah. Even if she did.]