[Dang it, towels just can't contain her hair, but Kyrie doesn't mind in the slightest. She twists to get rid of it, tossing it towards the bathroom door so she can remember to put it back later, and nestles in closer as she looks up at him.]

You know you could never bore me, but maybe you can keep the gruesome parts to a minimum so I don't have to imagine what went on.

[It's bad enough knowing that he risks his life on a regular basis without having to hear about the gore and bloodshed, honestly. She reaches across to skim her fingertips up and down his right arm, still not used to the novelty of touching smooth, human skin where there had been hard metal so recently, and before that, demonic scales and glowing light for so long.]

But absolutely don't hold back on the important parts, I want to know everything.