He was cleaning her face. And smiling. And there were two of him. She squinted to make him one again. "You're weird," she said at last. "A... flea...mite...crotch...hair." She grinned.

Then sobered. "Why'd'you think I hate you? 'Cause if I hated you, you'd know." She giggled. "Boy, would you know. I'd like..." The world tipped. She struggled her way perpendicular to it again, unconscious of the hand she braced on Raidou's wrist to do so. "Like..." She tapped her fingers. "Like I'd bite you."

Except she had.

"Harder." Her smile took over her face, and her too-large teeth made it look even bigger.