For your information: personal lives involves more than kinks!

[And you people blame him for jumping to conclusions! Egads!

Mouri picks up the sketchbook, seeing the lobster again. Now he can't avoid wondering for just a moment how the heck Cherryblod and the giant lobster had a daughter, so Mouri loathes himself for even thinking about that for a second.

He doesn't look at Cherryblod, as if he feared that fleeting thought is written on his expression.]

Either way, did anyone believe you were a shrimp as soon as you met them?