She feels her knees going weak at that smile. 'I'd kill for that smile,' isn't a foreign thought to her, and while she's sure people exaggerate about their lovers like that it's an unfortunate reality for her. She would kill for the smile. She's killed for that sort of smile before, though a different face was wearing it.

But her mind isn't on killing right now, not exactly, and it certainly can't be on Junko, not in a moment like this. Besides, it's hard to think of much else when his hands are on her and bare skin against bare skin that has her shivering. The compliment has her gaze automatically shifting away in shy embarrassment before she remembers herself and quickly looks back.

"I'm-- I'm glad you think so."

It takes every fiber of her trembling being to not blunder on with excuses and trying to reject the compliment or something. She presses against him, her fingers slowly uncurling from where they'd been clutching desperately at his shirt to instead lay flat against his chest, partly so se can touch more of him and partly because her knuckles were beginning to ache.

"Like that?" Her voice is small, almost a whisper, like an actor wanting to make sure she'd gotten the line right.