"As if you'd ever known me to be sloppy." Setsurou teased back.
Whatever he put in that bath clearly had a very relaxing effect. The researcher could feel the pores of her skin opening and cleaning thoroughly. Indeed, in spite of her damaged lungs, she could even take in deeper breaths. She would have to be careful not to fall asleep in there.
By the time Momoka is out of the bath, Setsurou was carefully setting something down on the table. It's a plate of thinly sliced, marinated roasted potatoes in a green sauce she can't readily identify.
Small portions. Clearly this was the appetizer.
The spy-artist reached to pull back her chair.
"I'm really glad you accepted my invitation for dinner." The implied part being, "even though you know how intrusive I can get".