What do you think, Jiro? You made me feel good. That was my first experience like that. Do you think I'm some sort of...statue?

[Momo laughs, carrying Jiro over to the bed and depositing her there with a gentle drop.]

I think about you often. I think about that often. I'm...I know you think I'm really refined and reserved...but I still like affection. And I have needs.