[Raphael's choice makes Kiritsubo laugh, and she makes no attempt to hide it or muffle it, amused at the irony.]

Oh, I know him... He does look like a grower, doesn't he?

[Is there innuendo in her voice? Yes, there is. A certain sort of thoughtless, natural sexuality carelessly dripped from almost every movement, every word that this woman spoke. It might make it hard to tell sometimes when she was actually flirting or making a real proposition, but... That game could be fun, too, so why not?]

I'm looking forward to this now...

[Skin in the game, and all that.]

I hope you'll think of a good favor if you win, Raphael. I know I will be.