It might not be the smoothest line but it's still enough to make a faint blush rise on Yaone's cheeks. She quickly brushes it aside, taking refuge in the task of caretaker for the time being. It's not as if she's never been called pretty before; she'd been kidnapped once explicitly for her beauty. It's just a little difficult for her to see her looks as a boon after such terrible experience.

"Please be careful moving, sir. It would be bad if you pulled your stitches loose."

Her voice is gentle and soothing with an underlying layer of professionalism to it. This type of machismo is one she's familiar with, thanks to her ongoing associations with Lord Kougaiji and Dokugaku, so it's easy for her sympathize with the man's position and let the advance slide.

"Hallucinations, you say? Should I should check your head to make sure I didn't miss anything in my examination?"

The majority of the damage had been elsewhere but another examination of his head to make sure there weren't any bumps she'd missed couldn't hurt.