[ His heart races as she cleans him up, and he gazes down at her, the hand in her hair stroking affectionately. Whatever had come over him before is gone now, and the fire within Mion seems to have been quelled as well. In its place is a different kind of want, something that has nothing to do with the plant hanging over them whose effect has been neutralized. ]

You know what this means, right, Mion? To be in an illicit situation like this together... it wouldn't be right for us to be just friends now.