"If you can't, you can't complain," she points out. It's one or the other, Katsuya.

She laughs at the way he squirms and jumps to get away, but the second he tells her to stop she does, drawing back slightly so he can catch his breath without worrying she's going to start again anytime soon. Her hands fold in her lap, on top of Mister Otter, who doesn't look sorry at all.

"Under arrest, are we? Really?"