Deidara observed the Uchiha for a moment, then, when he assessed that he was not in danger of dying a sudden and painful death, he continued. "Kisame and I made a bet. How many women have you 'had'?"
The Uchiha tilted his handsome head slightly to one side, before righting himself. "In total, or on average?"
Deidara blinked sharply and took a hurried step forward in shock. "What? You're actually going to tell me?!"
Itachi gave a graceful shrug as if to say 'why not?'.
Itachi was neither proud, nor embarrassed about his record with women, and didn't particularly care about telling anyone about it. It wasn't his weakness, nor anywhere near his weakness, thus, it was merely useless information taking up space in his very important, yet slightly warped brain.
Deidara thought for a moment, then glanced back at Kisame, who had taken up residence in a smooshy leather couch in the corner. Kisame waved at him to do whatever he wished.
Deidara turned back to Itachi. "On average," answered the blonde.
"Seven per day, on average," Itachi answered simply, with no hesitation. Not even a blink.
Deidara's jaw dropped, then, after the shock had warn off, he clutched his head, stamped his feet, and let out something that sounded like a 'THTOOPID WOMEN!' before stomping the hell out of there.
Kisame smirked from his place on the couch. "That was an average from your childhood, wasn't it?" he asked the Uchiha.
Itachi turned back to the ants and sparrow, which had turned into a very fat sparrow, and a very skittish surviving ants. "I blame Uruha."
"Who the hell is Uruha?"
"No one."
((TBC. None of you will know who Uruha is, because he's a character in the RP I do with my best friend. He's a womanizer, and an acquaintance –and irritant– of Itachi's. So, just act like Kisame and say "Who the hell is Uruha?" and then click the little arrow in the bottom right-hand corner. That's a good little minion:D))