Noticing Merope approaching, looking uncharacteristically light-hearted, Rorschach's state of arousal intensified. He was satisfied to see that she had brought a blanket, as he'd requested, and strangely touched. That girl really would do anything he asked, wouldn't she?
"Not looking for ho-hos anymore. Found something better," Rorschach said gruffly as Merope encircled her arms around his neck. Seizing her by the shoulders, he kissed her full on the lips, his sand-colored stubble doubtless scratching her face.