It should have become trite by now, Sookie thinks to herself, but she can't help the smile that spreads across her face at the mention of her hair. "I'm guessin' my hair doesn't look quite like sunshine right now, but that's sweet of you." She pauses, pretty sure that she remembers something about a family name coming first with a lot of Asian languages. "And it's very nice to meet you, Kisuke. My name is Sookie Stackhouse. I guess it's easier to follow a god of death home when they're as friendly as you are."

Her cheeks flood over, pink and rosy, as she mimics Kisuke's actions, toeing off her tennis shoes and following Kisuke further into the apartment. She contemplates reading his mind, just to check and see if his type of death is different than hers back home, but the idea of a god feeling someone prying around his brain is a little too intimidating for her to try just yet.

Stuck in her thoughts, she only then realizes that she's trailed right after Kisuke into a bathroom, large and ornately furnished, if a little worn from time.

"Is this the first stop of the grand tour?" she jokes, wondering if he plans on going as far as drawing the bath for her.