"Is this all? Am I dismissed?" Dismissed? Why was she so formal? There were men on his ship that didn't pay that much attention to formalities. Kamui stared at her, slightly surprised. "What is it?" He didn't respond, and she noticed the odd expression he held. Seeing the opportunity to get closer, Ame did just that. Kamui wasn't responding, and this was a chance to build trust. By acting like a regular woman, she could easily observe his habits. "Sir, though it's a little embarrassing, I have a request..." Kamui tilted his head to the side, nodding.

"Well, I've been through a few wars in my days, but I've never seen a man catch fire before... It was... Unnerving, for lack of a better word. I'm not scared, but it may bring back some less the desirable memories... Would you mind if I stayed here tonight? With you? That air vent is getting rather uncomfortable." The moment she completed the last statement she felt stupid. She had just revealed her location to the enemy.

Her question seemed to stun the man, but he slowly nodded.
"Give me the lighter. Don't try anything, or I'll kill ya."

The man extended his hand again, and she offered the lighter to him.
It didn't take long before Kamui was preparing for bed. He offered Ame a towel, and showed her the shower. Of course, this was much more desirable than using the shared bathrooms with the men. When the shower was completed she tucked the towel around herself, and entered the room. Kamui was standing at a dresser eating a mango which dropped to the floor as she approached.
"H- Human!"
"Ame" She corrected, yet he didn't respond to the statement.
"Your clothes! Where are your-"
"I didn't have anything clean..." She peered down at the towel, before returning her gaze to the Captain. Honestly, she hadn't even thought of it. At times of war modesty was nothing to concern oneself with. Quickly opening the drawer, Kamui snatched a spare shirt, and rushed to her side. He extended the fabric and averted his gaze. His face had noticeably flushed, only furthering the awkwardness of the situation.

Frowning in confusion, Ame took said shirt, and slowly walked back to the bathroom. What was his problem? He acted like he'd never seen-Realization crossed her, and she dropped the towel. He'd never seen a woman before.

After slipping on the long black shirt, Ame returned to the room. It was a little loose, but clean clothes were much appreciated. She had folded her old clothes, and held them in her hand. Kamui had apparently cleaned the mango up, probably washed it and ate it. As she laid in his bed, Ame placed the square of her clothes on the floor beside herself. Kamui thrust a mango towards her, and the gesture was slightly surprising. She accepted the fruit, and the man stood up holding one of his own.

Without a word he walked towards the bathroom.

It didn't take long for the man to return, and Ame pretended to be asleep as he turned the light off and walked to the bed. His hair wasn't braided, and long wavy locks hung down his back. The man was wearing a pair of boxers, and climbed into the bed behind her. Minutes passed, and Ame waited to see if he would attack. If he didn't it provided information on his moral code. If he did... Well, she would probably die. Win-win situation.

Even if Ame wanted to go to sleep the constant tossing and turning beside her would prevent it. Kamui was obviously uncomfortable. Internally laughing, Ame decided to have some fun. She turned over to face the man, still pretending to be asleep.

Kamui didn't know what to think. He peered at the woman oddly. She had just gotten closer. Why was she even in his bed to begin with? It was obvious that the scene in the hallway hadn't bothered her. She had smiled as Ryota burned. He turned his back to her, hoping to forget the fact that she was beside him. For some reason she drew nearer, migrating across the bed. He closed his eyes in an attempt to disregard the movement.

It wasn't until an arm draped across his waist, and a body pressed against him that he started to panic. Now she was too close. What would he do? She was sleeping. Had to be sleeping. The human hated him, and would never be so... Touchy. Her chin tucked into his neck, and he felt her warm breath against his skin. Too much. This was weird. In a weird way. He had no words to describe it. Just weird.

He started to pull himself from the bed, but the arm around him tightened.
"Wait... Don't go..."
She had spoken, in some low pleading tone. Right in his ear. It sent a shiver down his spine and he felt his face burn. With nothing else to do he froze in place. Fuck. What was she doing?! She wasn't asleep at all! Turning to peer at her over his shoulder, he was surprised when she weakly pulled him to his back. The woman tucked herself under his arm, and laid on his chest. Kamui stared down at her, at a loss. He hadn't done anything like this before. He didn't know what he was supposed to do. His pulse quickened as she wrapped one of her legs around his. The arm which had been draped over his side bent, and she rested her hand on his shoulder.
Was this how humans slept?!

Sighing loudly Ame couldn't help but note the spike in Kamui's heart rate.
"You're nervous." She mused, and he didn't respond. He didn't know how to. Normally when something made him uncomfortable he would just smash it and be done with it. But this was a woman. One who had asked him to 'protect' her in a sense. "You're comfy..." The next statement made him shift his gaze. Though he couldn't see anything through the darkness he tried to focus on something else.

Admittedly, the warm body beside him felt sort of good, but in a forbidden way.
He knew he couldn't have her. He didn't do that sort of thing, and they had a grudge to settle.