What a cheeky question asked during the heat of the moment. Tamamo knew what he meant, and he was well aware of that. He was hardly able to respond immediately through the inhale of the lass' nipple via his mouth, as well as the noises escaping Tamamo's own mouth. Among those noises, there was even a question. Was he trying to distract her? Such a thing would be the most foolish decision a man could make, as far as Kou was concerned at the time. Speaking of distractions, it seemed Tamamo was easily able to silence him before he started speaking. That gentle stroking of hers was done with such a dainty hand, the feeling of it was somewhat akin to a tickle while remaining a viable source of arousal that threatened to push him toward the edge with every movement. Kou's breath was caught in his throat the moment he retreated from Tamamo's breast to speak, but in what could almost be considered an act of vengeance, his tongue lashed out against her nipple before he responded. "Why would I do that? It's not like I want you to stop," he proclaimed before his tongue flicked once again.