He's healing up and thinking of how to integrate Centorea into his household!

"So, yeah, that's how it went," Kimihito was telling Ms. Smith over the phone, his bruise bandaged up as he was back home. The police had arrested the purse snatcher without further incident, and they had headed to his place to treat his injury.

"Yeesh, going off to **** lengths just to catch a simple purse snatcher," Ms. Smith sighed.

"Well, it wasn't my idea... I'm just ad the sword she had turned out to be junk..." Kimihito replied, grimacing as he shifted and aggravated the bruising.

"Of course it was, did you actually think that we'd let her out with an actual sword?" Ms. Smith huffed.

"...given how lazy and irresponsible your track record is..." Kimihito deadpanned. "It would not have surprised me."

"Hey, I have standards, you know! Also, she's accepted you as her Master, right? She must have if she let you ride her. That's something centaurs only allow the ones they choose to serve to do..." she replied. "Trying to ride one otherwise is basically an equivalent to... Well..."

"Yikes," Kimihito shuddered, getting where she was going with that. "But yeah, that's correct. So I guess I'm her host now?" he asked, wondering how to integrate her.

"Once the paperwork's finished, yes. Though you might have trouble with her and the other two. While I doubt they'd mind, Centaurs are prideful, so she might need convincing to share you..." she added.

"Great," he grumbled. That promised to be a challenge, but hopefully, Centorea would be amenable when the full situation was explained to her. Sex Genie magic was enough for most people to be willing to share, according to Miia at least.

Centorea entered the room just as he hung up. "Oh, hi," he said, mildly startled.