Inwardly he was already groaning at her attempts, knowing full well that that full view of her cleavage was to get him to stare and drool. Even if he, inwardly, was already doing such. He was male, what could he do to change that?

Covering up the hint of pink dusting his cheeks he turns his attention to Joruri who merely stares back at him with a curious look on her face.

"Yeah, well, it's not often that I go without the paint. When you look so much like your goddamned father, you do what you can to fix that." Especially when the guy was a right bastard, but that was neither here nor there for the most part.

"Or if you look like every other shinobi in the village, need to be able to tell the corpse from the others."

Aaaaand that probably just killed the mood. Good job.