You're the best monster. The best, the best.

[ He's getting her dress soaking wet, this is going to be so weird to explain if someone runs across them later.

But he wants affection, and how often does that really happen? How often does anyone let her be so physical, the way he does? So she presses soft, light kisses where she can: his forehead, his cheeks, his nose, his lips, anywhere he allows. And in between, she murmurs: ]

We should head back soon, put some dry clothes on, hmm? We could hide out from the real monsters and watch the strip from the balcony again...?