It was probably for the best that he didn't quite notice the old lady or her dog, other than as another pair of eyes that he needed to keep his face hidden from while still obscuring it from any cameras, as well. Nothing to actually pay attention to.
On the other hand, with her guard down, inviting him into her apartment underdressed like that? Woke up a very remote part of his mind, and he became aware, for the first time, that she was an attractive woman. It didn't cause urges, exactly, but it startled him - it wasn't an awareness that he was used to having.
He suppressed both reactions, stepping inside, and asking, so very intelligently, "Chinese who?"
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Fuu's state of not-quite-déshabillé, on the other hand, made him stare for a long moment, conflicting reactions warring inside. On the one hand, he'd killed women dressed more or less like that. He remembered the pattern of stain a knife cut could lead to, as opposed to bullet hole, on that kind of robe.
On the other hand, with her guard down, inviting him into her apartment underdressed like that? Woke up a very remote part of his mind, and he became aware, for the first time, that she was an attractive woman. It didn't cause urges, exactly, but it startled him - it wasn't an awareness that he was used to having.
He suppressed both reactions, stepping inside, and asking, so very intelligently, "Chinese who?"