Reiko's eyes go wide as Kyou gently brushes back the strand of her hair.  Her head jerks slightly, but... not as far as she'd initially intended to.  The room was warm, the smell of opium still strong, the steady chorus of people in ecstasy all around them, all served to make her head swim, her body tingling.  She reacts even less to the brush of his hand against her soft cheek; a slight tensing, her lips parting ever so slightly, but not even the slightest pulling away.<br/><br/>Instead, she listens to the story.  Reiko relaxes almost visibly as Kyou speaks, her blue eyes growing bright with interest.  Sometimes as he tells the story, Reiko's gaze goes slightly distant, her mind imagining the scene, or exploring aspects to the story.  Fascinated by his telling, she does not pull away, even as the Sparrow samurai comes close, their bodies lightly touching.  She does look at him, however, as their fingers entwine, her blue eyes wide, questioning.<br/><br/>Swallowing, her chest still rising and following with her elevated breathing, Reiko finally speaks.  "Ah..."  She says in her quiet voice.  "That can't have been the end of the story.  What... what happened next?"