She respects it!

"... you know what? You had the balls to say it, so sure thing," she told him, giving him a wink as she turned, giving him a good look at her firm ass. "I guess you're an ass man, huh?" she teased, giving him a smirk over her shoulder.

His flush deepened. "...it depends on the girl, really..." he admitted.

"Fair enough. So ass man with me... Don't think I didn't notice you looking all those times," she smirked. Izuku spluttered, and she chuckled. "Don't try to deny it! And don't worry about it either. If I minded people taking a good look at my body, I'd wear something that covered up more, and wasn't skin tight. Though that's as far as the invitation extends, before you say I'm agreeing with that weak ass defense of "she was asking for it with how she dressed" molesters use."

"No, no, I wasn't thinking that," Izuku shook his head. "Look, but don't touch, right? That's how I always thought of it when women dress in such a manner."

"Exactly. Sometimes, we know we're sexy, and want to flaunt it, but it means nothing else," Mirko smirked, turning back around and starting to get her clothes back on. Izuku made a mental note that she seemed to have an exhibitionism kink, though likely not to the same extent as Tooru. "Now then, I suggest you rest up after calling your genie and adjusting the Lamp defenses. The moment Firecracker gets back, we're going to be intensifying your training. While you did good bringing in Stain, you still need to be punished. Especially considering some of the fallback will come to me," she added, her smirk absolutely bloodthirsty now.

Izuku gulped, and hastily went back to the guest room, calling Momo, and explaining what happened, and adjusting the wish to protect the Lamp according to the new specifics.