[ He can't help but laugh again. He's going to have to get used to this cheekiness from her, isn't he? ]

Well, I won't be hearing any complaints. You certainly weren't complaining about it last night.

[ Well, she was crying, but those were pleasure tears so it doesn't count.

In any case, he runs his claws through her hair, still messy despite being damp. ]

I suppose I have no choice, then... a former Saintess has no problem with being cared for by the Mors King, no?