Piritta hummed in the affirmative before lips pressed against hers. Warmth rushed over her, the soft touch leaving tingles on her skin for an entirely different reason than the heated kisses from before. She flushed, but nodded her head as Cyril pulled away. "A-alright. Crepes sound good. I'll uh....just see you in a bit. Shower is that way?" she asked, pointing to a part open door with tile beyond it. She felt embarrassed by the idea of borrowing his clothes, but it would be better than keeping his dress all day. The fluff of it looked rumpled at silly by now, even though their size difference would also look comical.