[ The silence stretches on, seemingly without end. It embarrasses Keita a little, but mostly he just finds himself somewhat amused—it's more or less the reaction he expected, because what on earth could he possibly expect anyone, much less a priest of sorts, to say to a confession like that? ]

Oh, quite, [ Keita says, forcing down the smile that threatens to curve across his lips. ] In fact, it was the octopus who initiated.

[ In reality, Keita is of course not talking about a real octopus, but rather someone with tentacles not unlike an octopus'—but that's a distinction he feels need not be made at this particular junction. He tips his head back against the wall of the confessional and looks vaguely up at the ceiling as he recalls the encounter. ]

I never would have taken myself for someone who would enjoy that manner of encounter, [ Keita says, which is in fact true. ] And yet—you might be surprised, father, by how pleasant the sensation can be.