Kenji clears his throat. “Hey—guys? Your loin passion is grossing out the little ones.” “I’m not a little one,” James says, visibly offended. “And I don’t think it’s gross.” Kenji spins around. “You’re not bothered by all the heavy breathing going on over here?” He makes a haphazard gesture toward us. I jump away from Adam reflexively. “No,” James says, crossing his arms. “Are you?” “Disgust was my general reaction, yeah.” “I bet you wouldn’t think it was gross if it was you.”
