Hayate smiled at her, lightly crooked and real. "Of course, Tsume-san," he replied, softly. The offer made him feel warm and wanted. He might not be so bold as to actually remind her of the invitation for dinner....but the next time he saw her or Kuromaru, he would definitely take time to talk to them.

As he dismissed his last clone, the nurses managed to lever the very limp Kuromaru onto the gurney at last. Hayate felt a little sympathy for them; the giant dog was a difficult burden. He glanced back at Tsume.

Her smile was mischievous and sharp, all razor fangs bracketed by the crimson clan tattoos. It was almost alarming, especially with those pale ice-blue eyes, but Hayate wasn't worried in the least. He snugged his katana against his chest and dipped her a little bow before he took his leave.

He glanced back, just once, and caught sight of her and the nurses vanishing into the hospital.

With a light heart and easy step, he headed back to headquarters, smiling in the sunshine.