Vusala was in a trance, watching the sunlight strike the ocean's waters and feeling herself getting drowsy, when Danzo awoke.  He was a quiet one, and she didn't turn to look at him until he was almost next to her, obviously surprised that he had gotten up as fast as he had.  She was even more surprised at his altered appearance.  More rugged, with a fascinating burning cherry blossom pattern, as opposed to the straight laced Shinigami Cadet she'd been fighting before.  His eyes were hungry, even lustful.  She was aware, somehow, that she'd done that to him.  However, the change pleased her, and so rather than dwell on the strange powers this game afforded the victor, she mentally congratulated herself on a job well done.<br/><br/>She smiled, half softly and half wryly, as he sat down next to her and conceded the match.  She chuckled as he mentioned how her power had caught him off guard, replying good naturedly: "Given that you are a Reaper, I didn't want to disrespect you by holding back.  And after that Panoply of Crimson Blades spell.. I guess I got carried away!  That's one I'd like to learn."  His hair is even wavier, she thought to herself, realizing she was studying him.  When he mentioned that he was her's now that his reputation had been reduced, she frowned slightly, as though settling into a business dealing face.<br/><br/>"I'll just look at it as a Trade, then.  The way I like to do it is to give like things for like things.  Battle for battle, pleasure for pleasure, and so on.  So, since I defeated you, you'll defeat someone else in my stead.  After seeing you fight, I doubt that you can disappoint me!  Once done, any dishonor you feel is absolved.  Do we have a deal?"<br/><br/>She offered her hand, which was more decorum than anything.  This was an easy agreement, so it didn't require the usual seals.  However, as he started pulling off the bandages, under which she could see that he was completely healed, he said something that was very in line with the business of Trade.  ""I should somehow show my appreciation from your tender care on me."<br/><br/>She leaned back a little, her chest rising provocatively.  "Like things for like things, Danzo."  She could be a bitch about it, and hold him in debt for assistance in mortal straights.  'But', she thought, as she watched him pull off another bandage, 'we'll see if he works it out.'  She lifted her arm, of which she currently only had two, and ran her fingers through his hair.  "Honestly, I've been wanting to do this since you sat down.." she says quickly.  He wasn't bad looking before, but now.. For some reason, she can't get over the change.  Especially the hair.<br/><br/>She caresses it, moving her fingers to the side of his face and tracing lines along his neck and behind his ear.  She looks at him closely, and then cocks her head to the side, as if deciding on something.  As she does so, she grabs a turf of his hair right at the roots and yanks him towards her, pressing her lips to his.  Even without the fire, her whole body felt warmer than a normal one, and her kiss is no exception.