Hikari's head tilts back instinctively at the fingers underneath her chin, her body obediently responsive even if her consciousness is, per usual, lagging far behind.  "You're resting here?" she half-croaks, cut off by the brief kiss before she can offer further protest.  There's no guest room, and she can't even imagine what her mother would do if she came home to find an almost-naked (fox) boy 'sleeping over' in her bed.  That just leaves...<br/><br/>"Aum..." she hesitates, her cheeks warm from the quick kiss still, eyes darting downward every few seconds before quickly pulling off to look to the side or back up toward his face with obvious guilt.  The young woman leans back further onto the chest of drawers until she's essentially seated on the edge, biting her lip nervously.  "H-Hikari.  My name is Hikari, Hito-sama.  I, ehh, w-well, are you..."