She's surprised when she gets a vague sensation after all, like the parting of branches upon entering a maze, fleeting emotions darting by her awareness without really settling. Whatever his motivations are, she can't quite read them, nor is there any sense of strong or sudden emotions in the background. Instead, everything seems to reflect back upon her, like steady sun warm against her skin, and her eyes briefly close as she lets herself bask in it.

It's a risk, but Sookie can't imagine enjoying a life completely hidden away, afraid of every step she takes, and so she draws one hand down from his neck, her fingertips skating gingerly over the exposed skin of his chest.

"Okay," she says quietly, her stomach making a small turn and her feet aligning neatly together. "You're a naughty, naughty man, Kisuke. But I could use a little help washing all of this mess out of my hair."