"We go together real good, baby..." Gojyo breathed the heady scent of sandalwood shampoo, ginger perfume. Lithe neck curved up to sharp jaw and golden blonde cloud. Women or men, human or youkai, just as long as it was blonde and supple. Broad, calloused hands snagged silky fabric as they slid to rest on ample chest, freezing in place with the slamming door.

"Who's she?"

Sanzo was livid, Gojyo winced. "It's not what it looks like. Think of it as a handshake. A…boob handshake." As the harisen came down on his head, he realized the error in his playboy ways.