[Iroha handled clients with big names and bigger egos with respect and discretion. Almost exclusively women, and none as big and blond as this masterpiece. His demon half struggled to come out. Iroha swallowed and clamped down on the hot-blooded yearnings, his eyes searching for a point to land on that wasn't All Might's tempting, skin-tight-]

Permanent...?

[What was that written on the side of the writing instrument?]

Forgive me, All Might-san, I must refuse [putting a hand up to block the Sharpie's nib] unless you are willing to perform this ritual of devotion to me in return.

[That's unlikely. His clothes are saved, right?]