Pouting daintily, Momoko looked up at Ryuu with a mixture of relief and distaste. She most certainly was not interested in something like him. At the same time, however, she didn't want to clean the tub herself. Ah, the daily struggles of being a maid. She deserved to have her own biography, preferably written by a ghost writer. Then again, wouldn't they envy her for being alive? Perhaps not the best idea ever.

Tucking a strand of fair hair behind an ear, Momoko nodded. "Yes. Some assistance would be much appreciated, thank you very much." She breathed rather sternly. Eyes darting nervously to the tub and to her charming tormentor, the kurakasa picked up her umbrella and leaned against the sink, quickly rinsing her hands off and arching an eyebrow expectantly. 

Sakuya tapped a finger on his chin thoughtfully, once Kaori had left. "It means a kitsune has appeared and was attacked by a creature of unknown origin." Sakuya answered dryly and utterly without tact, though it may have all been in good spirits. "I fought said creature. Nothing extraordinary, though it's limbs were the only thing I got a good look at," 

"Haruki is fine. Probably. And you sound worried. Don't be, who would be foolish enough to attack a house full of youkai?"