[It's something Yato's also trying not to think about, given how most of them probably don't want to be there in the first place, let alone shacking up with complete strangers for some porn film. There's something decidedly distasteful about the whole thing, but what can he do? He's unarmed and outnumbered, and as he's found out, this place has spooks and magic at play. Who knows what might happen if you kick up too much of as fuss.]

So far, so good! [He tries to encourage her in the hopes of getting a smile from her as there's more color to her skin and thus a more lively complexion. From what he can tell, she's cute and charming, if just somewhat shy, much like himself (yes, he thinks himself cute and charming, the dork.)]

Really? Was there any reason you stopped...? [He doesn't inquire about her age, having learned long ago never to ask that of a lady, but he does have to wonder why she ceased bothering to pretty herself up. The loss of someone, perhaps...? That seems a reasonable guess.

As is, though, he still feels that she should at least be in a state to be proud of herself. Makeup's not necessary for that, but taking care of her hair alone would do wonders, he feels. So for the time being, he continues with doting on her, switching to eye shadow once the blush seems enough.]

How about a hint of blue above your eyes? Just enough to draw people's attention to them.