[There is a moment where they both are simply looking, sizing each other up. Though it would be of little matter, perhaps, for Kiritsubo to "cheat" and「look」in an entirely different and far deeper way... It can be far more interesting at times to remain「blind」and almost pretend-mortal. To rely on senses and words and experiences of the body to know a person, not the vague symbols and abstract images of their bonds and fates. With normal eyes... she observes his expression and his frame, his choice in clothing and his posture. With a keen nose, the detects his scent, with keen ears, the delightful timber of his voice.

And she smiles.]

Thank you, sir.

[At his invitation, she does just that. Stepping into the room, she reaches up to lightly lay a hand upon his arm in greeting, the touch lingering just a moment too long to be platonic, perfectly painted nails scraping softly as if she is reluctant to part from him already as moving inside necessitates a parting. Having chosen vocal cords for the day that matched the feminine appearance she had picked to suit the night, her own voice is soft and lilting, well suited to poetry and whispers and, perhaps, the calling of names... ?

He says she may get comfortable, and so she makes her way without pause or apparent thought for his bed, gracefully moving to sit upon the edge and beginning to slip petite feet from the slippers she apparently plans to abandon upon the floor.]

I heard you like to blow off steam... Has something happened recently, that Charlie felt you might benefit from my recommendation?

[Though she could be a very demanding and impatient woman when acting in pursuit of her own pleasures... talk was sometimes just as important as a skilled hand or a welcoming body. Emerald eyes stare up at him from the mattress, open and interested.]