After Bansha returns you and leaves your room, you start mentally debating with yourself. You begin to pace the room.

I am such an idiot. He'll use me. But I really like him. He's kind. He's the bad guy. What am I going to do?

"Darn it, YN." You chastise yourself.

Get your head together. It won't do you any good to get mopey over him. I'm just a tool to get what he wants, whatever that may be. I can't be falling for him. I just can't.

You almost convince yourself that you don't like him, but then you think about his lovely dark eyes, and how he almost kissed you.

I do like him, may the First Spinjitzu Master help me. You sigh in frustration. What am I thinking! I can't possibly like him!

"Aaargh!" You exclaim. Which is when Morro walks in.

"Is this a bad time?" He asks.

"Yes. No!" You're an agitated mess. How dare he come into your room looking so perfect? Does he have no shame?

He sits down onto your bed. "I'll take that as an invitation." He says.

"Fine."

"Are you well?" He presses.

"I'm perfectly well, thank you." You reply abruptly.

"Alright then." He doesn't look convinced, but he changes the subject. "Tell me your name."

"Didn't Bansha already tell you that?"

"I would prefer to hear it from you."

"YN."

"Beautiful." He says, gazing at you intensely for several long moments. You clear your throat nervously and stand up. He gets up as well and addresses an invisible Ghoul-Tar. "I would like to be left alone with YN now, if it's possible." Ghoul-Tar briefly flickers into view, munching on something unidentifiable, though you're nearly certain it's from your stash of food. He says something, but it's impossible to understand him with his mouth full.

"And this time, don't interrupt." Morro warns him. Ghoul-Tar grunts in acknowledgement and disappears again. What will he do to me? Don't interrupt what?

Morro listens at the door for several seconds to make sure that Ghoul-Tar is indeed gone. Satisfied, he turns to you with a grin. "Now, let's try this again, shall we?" He starts walking towards you. You back away, but you're certain it's obvious that you are unsure whether you want to back away or not.

"What do you want from me?" You squeak, hoping to buy some time, still retreating from him.

"I want to see if you taste as good as you look."

You gasp. He's maneuvered you so that your back is against the wall. He presses his body into yours, effectively pinning you in place. You can't move, and his face is mere inches from yours.

"Well YN." He says flirtily, touching the soft, sensitive skin at your throat. It sends a not altogether unpleasant chill down your spine, but it makes you feel vulnerable, and he seems to sense it. "Hmm, what shall I do now?" He muses, looking straight into your eyes as he says this.

"I.. don't know. M..maybe?".. You stammer, not daring to finish the thought.

"You're cute when you're flustered." He remarks. Then he suddenly asks, "You like me, don't you?"

You deny it fervently. "Of course not! I would never"..

He interrupts. "You're a good girl. Didn't your mother ever teach you not to tell lies?" He jabs at you, smirking. You begin to object, and he immediately sweeps his tongue into your open mouth. He starts kissing you with a hunger that makes your knees go weak. He feels you tremble and puts a hand on your waist to keep you steady. Your protest dies off as he eagerly deepens the kiss, and you find yourself melting into it as he plays with your tongue. Eventually, though, you have to break away for air.

"That was, wow." You say, gasping.

"You taste amazing." Morro chuckles. Then a ghost calls to him, and Morro goes, but he's definitely smiling at you as he leaves. And you're left breathless.