It was sad, really. Eponine had begun to hope that Yosuke wasn't like other men, that he actually wanted her friendship rather than her body. But having seen the way he stared when she had appeared after the shower - it was over.

She didn't slap his hand away, and rested her own hands on him, one in his hair, and the other on his shoulder. She continued to kiss him, not pressing him any further. He was paying her, after all, and so it was only right that he dictated his entertainment.