...ing some sort of effort to get free, but he felt so damn good under her hands, warmth and strength almost radiating from him where she touched.
This is… bad. Really, really bad. I'm supposed to want to smack him in the face for his impertinence, to pull away and scream at him for a good ten minutes. I'm not supposed to want to stay here. It just feels… Damn it, this is nothing. All this means is that Yoruichi has a point, and I need to get laid. Of course, Yoruichi also thinks he's the solution.
That really shouldn't sound tempting.
Alright Shaolin, it's time to get out of this situation. Be icy and polite, thank him for his assistance and get the hell out. All you have to do is stop touching him…
Kami, he smells good.
"Now, why'd I want to let go, hmmm?" His voice had changed, still deep and playful but now huskier. Steeling herself, she looked up and into his eyes, her own widening when she saw that, rather than his typical playful smirk, he now looked far more serious than she had ever seen him. Swallowing nervously, she tried to work out what to do next as his smile returned.
"Tell you what, Shaolin. I'll let you go, but on one condition."