"Yes, maybe, maybe he would..."  Noriko manages.  Oh, yes, he<em>absolutely</em>would.  That she doesn't doubt.  "But he's not.  Er, he's not here, it wouldn't be..."  Gritting her teeth, Noriko hisses a low syllable and makes a short, sharp gesture.<br/><br/><em>EEEK!</em><br/><br/>A sudden, awful chill washes through the room, racing up Noriko's spine.  She shivers all over -- it's better than ice water -- before fixing her stern glare back on the other maid.<br/><br/>"Master Ichiro-sama might enjoy that, but he's not even here!  I have work to do, and what if he needs me for something while I'm wasting time?  I won't be disloyal to him just to have a little fun!"  She turns and stalks out, headed for Ichiro-sama's room.<br/><br/>Fortunately, the laundry is okay.  The colors needed to be washed cold anyway.<br/><br/>(Resisting seduction via Athletics.  Rolled 4, for a 20.)