Charles Patricius

After being subjected to his aura, Saori decided to first blame the grail wine. There was a chance its consumption had some extra effect on the woman, perhaps even heightening his ability to affect her. Whether that was the case or not, he couldn't say... but like many other things, it didn't matter. "It's fine. It's not the same as real alcohol. It's... ambrosia," he said, sharing knowledge he'd acquired during that recent stay in the Nexus.

Regardless, the effects of his aura were apparent on all three women present. Kaguya squirmed in her sleepy and drunken state, while Angelica did... precisely what he expected of her at this point. He couldn't be upset; he did put her through a lot for the sake of freeing her. All the while, Saori simply wondered if he was the cause for her current state. He was, of course, but that was definitely confirmation of functionality. She even said it outright while questioning the event further. "I didn't touch you," he specified. To actually answer her question though, he supposed something was necessary. "Err... existing? Mostly existing. I've mostly been consciously holding myself back. This is just me deciding I want to offer myself. Since it worked, I guess that settles the pictures. Oh, but uh... nobody should go in that bedroom for a while still. It's... kind of crazy in there. There are also tree things; don't worry about it. Where to?"

Ambrosia. That was apparently what Saori had been drinking. "Right, mythical god drinks come out of the holy grail... that makes sense," Saori murmured. She was not at all prepared for her day to go this way. If anyone had asked her what she thought was going to happen today, this wasn't on the list. Well, suddenly feeling horny for a teen she taught definitely wasn't on her list either, but here she was... day drinking and horny.

Oh well, she didn't even have time to properly commiserate, no... she had a problem she needed to handle now and it was the fault of some teen boy. And what did he have to say for himself. He didn't touch her. True. But he did it on purpose and that was problematic. "Right." she said just that. The fact that this boy was managing to incur her anger wasn't something she was readily prepared for. Whatever, he wanted this... it was his problem to deal with. "Yeah, I have a thousand problems with that, but later. My room. Now. That way..." she pointed. No way was she letting him walk behind her. She didn't care much if he was getting pictures, though she was quite serious about what would happen if anyone saw them. Why teens of this age couldn't just enjoy their bad behavior in private she didn't understand. There was still a soft 'no' coming from an apparently traumatized Angelica, which didn't bode well, but someone like Saori didn't worry about her physical constitution, perhaps there could be an issue of her spirit but that was a problem for a different day. A tree problem in one bedroom and her empty one was something else. The technical sense of this was that this one had belonged to Yuuya's grandfather, and it was simply decorated, a bed, a desk and a few bookshelves with a small window. Once they'd entered and the door closed... this would be continuing in whatever way this was going to happen.

Kazu very much thought the same thing Saori voiced when he learned what the grail's liquid was. It all made sense that Holy Grails, which essentially evolved their owners to a state of godhood, would contain the known drink of gods. The special form of drunkenness it offered was also noteworthy, he thought. "Right? I said that too. The best part is, you can't get sick or develop a hangover from it. All the good, none of the bad," he explained to ensure Saori didn't have any bad expectations.

Now then, his explanation about the effects being used was received about as well as it was delivered. He really couldn't put it any other way; that sort of thing was Sakura's forte. Beyond Saori's issues with the given facts, however, her horniness manifested in a very demanding way. She wanted him in the room she'd been using, and it was a matter of absolute urgency. Kazu sported a confident grin as a mock salute was performed. "Hai hai!♥~" he said, already stepping backwards toward the room in question. He grabbed his phone along the way, keeping an eye on Saori even as he backtracked into the bedroom. "So we agree on that other challenge too, right? One scream... and I win~" he reiterated. It seemed Kazu's confidence in his own abilities had reached a new level. Where once his confidence showed itself during adventures or battles, he had... other things in his repertoire now.

According to Kazuhiko there were no negatives to be taken from intaking the liquid of the Holy Grail. Only positives, no negatives and a warm belly which caused a certain kind of intoxication, was well worth general thought. It wasn't even surprising that he thought similarly to her about the nature of the fluid within. "Sou, good. I guess that explains why day drinking can be considered an okay thing to do..." she said now having more context for certain odd habits Jeanne once displayed.

She supposed none of that really mattered, having finished a drink she had about all the courage she needed to act on her own apparently out of sync hormones. Of course, Kazuhiko gave her mock salute but seemed apt enough to take the directions she'd given without hesitation, if only a bit too cocky for her liking. But much like the rumors she'd heard of a certain golden king she supposed she couldn't fault the lad his attitude. "One scream? Define scream... I am prone to barking all day anyway..." she said truthfully there was something odd about that little challenge. As if he didn't realize that she wouldn't have bothered even thinking about it, if she wasn't already aware he could get the job done. He was still turned towards her and she walked with purpose, and fury dancing in those blue eyes of hers. Once inside the room she'd close and lock the door for her own sanity and see where this was going exactly. Pictures were being taken, and sex was being had but the order of these things was still up for debate.

Into the room he went, never turning his back on Saori. No, Kazu was watching her walk, his eyes traveling up and down all the while. This was going to be a new type of experience altogether. Martha was tall, strong, sporting legs that went on for days. That was going to need addressing at his earliest convenience. Ah, but first was an acknowledgement of the second challenge. She wanted him to describe 'scream' in the challenge's context. If she was used to 'barking all day' as she put it, that would muddy the waters a bit.

What would his answer be then? It would be easy enough to get most auditory reactions from most anyone, Kazu thought... but what was the point of a challenge that wasn't at least a little challenging? "Well... the goal is for both of us to have a good time, right? In that case, I'll let you decide when and if I win that one. Only a screamed moan counts. Hold me to the highest standard you've got; I don't mind. Every adventure should be the best one ever~" he rambled, not once taking his eyes off the woman. A picture was absolutely necessary as he took in Saori's angry expression; there was something very attractive about that fury. "This wasn't something you were looking for, so how about this? What can I do for you first?" Kazu wondered, always one for the joy of others before himself.

Saori was having an odd experience. Another of these young teens was staring at her in a way that simply annoyed her beyond all reason. There was no propriety among any of the teens she'd been talking to lately, their boundaries simply didn't exist. This wasn't at all how she intended to spend her day, but here she was now, locked in a room with a boy who'd magically caused her horniness she'd been willing to simply ignore. Whatever the case, clarification on Kazuhiko's last challenge was something which made sense. He rambled a bit speaking of the point of endeavors and stating that only a moaned scream would count. "Alright, Sex Devil Difficulty it is," Saori said knowing that of the two to three gratifying sexual experiences she had in her life. 'That was an interesting afternoon. But considering the positives and negatives of things I have already decided to do... buffs go both ways. Sex is fun in some instances. Discretion seems to not be a problem so much as it could be. I'll have something to do with the aggression I've recently worked up,' she thought in the terms she'd used to relegate herself to her afternoon with the Sex Devil.

Oddly enough this particular instance didn't contain any extra urgency. And she stood dressed in work out shorts and a t-shirt as they were in the house and she'd already had a shower, but... what of Kazuhiko? That boy's eyes were traveling all over her body and she could feel them on her. It did nothing for her mood, but he did ask her a question. Since she wasn't the one who asked for this, what did she want him to do first? "Right, kid propositions me then asks me what I want, makes sense," she was still flippant but she was well past the point of casual niceties. "You made me magically horny I want to get off," she said precisely what her desire was, but as for how it was reached there was some level of complication. Saori wasn't a pervert or anything and her list of sexual experiences were actually quite low especially when one considered the number that actually ended in orgasm for her. "Don't have a lot of details on how that happens... my preferences aren't many as I haven't actually done a lot," she said cutting her eyes and looking at literally anything but the boy in front of her. She hated having these conversations with anyone much less did she want to have one with the boy in front of her.

What Saori assigned Kazu was... a difficulty matching the experience of whatever Sex Devil she spoke of. That was fine; he felt like anything was doable now. Hayami Saori could be bedded, and he could answer one other age-old curiosity. Ah, but there would first be some hiccups. Saori clearly had issues with everything going on, even going so far as to avoid looking at someone she already permitted access to her body. How strange it was that she thought that was a reasonable decision.

The sense of Kazu's offer was not found either. Though that was a pity, he'd move on. It seemed Saori did not yet have a grasp of her own preferences, simply seeking the results by whatever means worked. "Hmm," Kazuhiko muttered, though Saori's lack of preferences was not quite the reason. There was no mood, no excitement... and he certainly wasn't a rapist or anything. Kazu had to think long and hard. This didn't really count if he didn't adhere to desires, and all existing desires seemed more falsified by the moment. Ah, there was an idea! She spoke one language better than most others: the language of aggression. Keeping that phone in one hand, Kazu rotated the other shoulder and cracked his neck. "Eyes front, Mary," he said casually. With that, a single pulse of Kazu's mana burst outward, its purpose to form a pseudo-bounded field within the bedroom. He didn't want to ruin two bedrooms in one day, after all. Once that barrier was established, he'd be found darting toward Saori. A simple right jab was thrown toward her face, easily avoided but packing enough of a punch to reverberate concussive force off the barrier without even making contact.

Sex Devil Difficulty was something which meant that his experience would be measured against that of the Sex Devil. Of course, the Sex Devil had a few advantages, fitting into Saori's pre-established type, not truly crossing any boundaries of her own understanding of taboo. It was like a set up for sex play. He allowed her to process, gave her new information she got to beat up things and work out aggression with her fists and then when an aggressive sexual situation presented itself, she was ready to begin. This had none of the build up she would have known how to respond to. It was quite awkward for her, and she had no idea how to make it not so, she was now simply horny with someone offering to fix it. Ah... but it seemed that both would be taking a different approach this day.

Eyes front. That was a casual call out to her, with a shortened form of the name she'd been given in the other world. A barrier was erected around them, she supposed that was a good idea given what he'd said was going on in the other bedroom. Ah, but what else? Soon enough an easy to read jab was headed straight for her face, complete with extra magical backing. "Too easy," she said as her body and head shifted out the way of that towards his otherwise occupied hand. That blast's force was noted. If he wanted to fight she understood that least, "You're open," she mentioned as her left and right fists lashed out in a quick set of three, one left aimed at ribs, the next right aimed at his core and the last a quick left uppercut. If he was using magic, she felt no need to withdraw the physicality of her hits, which would be made at the highest tier of her current physical sterngth.

There was a common ground one could always have with Saint Martha, or apparently even Hayami Saori. Combat was her area of expertise ─ something physical and aggressive. Even if attacking didn't set the mood, surely it would break down the existing bad one. The warning statement Kazu offered was one he'd delivered to her before, in the other world. This wouldn't be their first squabble... but it would be very different.

Too easy, she claimed. That much was to be expected; he never intended to strike her. What of her follow-up statement, though? Was he open? Well... that would be nonsense. "You sure?" he asked. That threefold strike of hers was first met with a forearm to guard his ribs. By then, he was able to turn toward the woman, palming her second fist to keep it at bay. As for that finishing uppercut, Kazu quickly leaned back ─ so far back that he quickly fell downward while sweeping at her feet with his left leg in a clockwise spin. She may have thought he was using magic; he wasn't. It was simply the case that Kazu no longer shared the same limitations this world placed on the others ─ or perhaps he had something else going on? He couldn't say just yet, but a certain sense of absolution flowed through him at present. As for that sweeping kick, it appeared the movement was potent enough for its aftermath to cause a miniature gale ─ one that lifted even the bed, which remained a few meters from their location, to rise from the floor. "Are those expensive?" he asked about her clothes.

Combat was something that Martha or rather Saori was always prepared for, perhaps this was simply something most people wouldn't acknowledge. She often found herself without a proper person to let her aggression out against, as very few could take her in a fight. Regardless, this opening of Kazuhiko's was enough to change her attitude just a bit, initially. She shifted away from his hit and tried to counter only to find her hits blocked and Kazuhiko himself questioning whether or not he was open. "Oh?" she questioned a grin crossing her face. But that grin was destructive in nature, very few people wore that kind of smile with the kind of energy Saori normally had, and she'd been spoiling for a fight since they'd met again.

And it seemed she'd be getting it as her fist was diverted on its last strike and the lad fell backward. Her eyes hadn't left him at all, and she saw that maneuver which went to sweep her legs, but the reflex to jump over such a thing was far too real to resist. Just the same the wind resistence caused by his movements and the movement of furniture was something rather odd. Her own body even reacted to the gale being blown back before a proper landing could be managed but she was used to falling so she went with the motion righting herself properly once her feet made contact and using one extended fist to hold herself. When she was suddenly asked about the price of her clothes. That question was so weird it was jarring. "I mean, they're just gym clothes, they aren't expensive really. Lingerie is expensive but... gym clothes are basically rags..." she said and that was the truth. A pair of shorts and a freebie t-shirt were far from things she cared about keeping. "Why?" she asked confused about the nature of his question.