The night after Saito thoroughly shamed Louise in class with his sleep-talking, Louise unceremoniously threw his pile of hay into the hallway. “What are you doing?” “It'd be a bother if I snuck into your bed again, right?” It seemed she was still upset over what happened earlier in class. “But it's kind of cold outside the room with the wind blowing around.” “Well, no doubt I'll come and warm you in your dreams,” said Louise, arching her shapely eyebrows. What a bitter girl. She looked determined to make Saito sleep out in the hallway no matter what. The door to Kirche’s room opened. “Sit down.”