With the way Kisuke runs about busying himself with every last detail, Sookie can't help but wonder if reapers have some type of fascination with the living, or if some part of his senses might be picking up on the fact that she's a little different. Something about her ray-whatever that he'd mentioned earlier. But it's only when he offers to help, a large hand easing his hat off and revealing a pale, relatively earnest face, that Sookie finds herself unable to sit idly.

"Okay, if you're going to offer to strip down and hop into the shower with me, I've gotta at least... come here," Sookie insists, not wanting to go fully into the details of what she's about to do, wincing slightly before reaching out and curling her hands around the back of his neck and meeting his gaze. It strikes her how similarly strengthening her telepathy is to glamouring a person, as her fingers subtly ease around the fine hairs at the nape of his neck as she tries to find any noticeable vein of a thought.