[ She shouldn't laugh at that, but she does, in a genuine and unfiltered way instead of her usual giggles behind her hand. They are indeed terrible and she loves every minute of it. ]

Who would need a mop? You know that I eat blood, right? But I'll be damned if I'm licking anyone off the floor, so we'd better get in there and start cackling.

[ And now she's tugging him toward the Love Hotel, trying to drink the rest of her cocoa before they get there -- trust her, there's a very real risk of there being a spit-take with some of these rooms. ]