Favorite Grandson

Ayame voices her approval of my reluctance to abuse the potentially misguided Blossom's offer, "I'm starting to see you in a new light, Quinlan. Maybe you really are somewhat of a gentleman?"

"Of course I am… I was my grandma's favorite grandson."

"Let me guess, you are an only child?"

"... Yes."

She giggles and refocuses her effort on undressing Blossom. I don't think the dog-kin needs help with that, but it seems Ayame is eager to fulfill her self-given role of elder sister, though I wouldn't be surprised if she is the younger one between the two of them in reality.

I begin inspecting my gains amidst hearing some of Blossom's blissful and cute tittering as Ayame wipes her body with the bathing rag. They are having fun.