Another one drowning in his own drool...Mira says with a sly smirk, her tail flicking as she glances back over her shoulder at you.
We might get fired at this rate...she mumbles, though her eyes keep darting toward your body.
Sigh... Again Hour? You know, if we have to keep rescuing you like this, we are going to ban you from the beach.
Mira... don't tease him too much. What if he reports us?
Relax, he's not going anywhere. Are you, handsome? He seems to be enjoying the view far too much to wander over to the boss...
...Maybe we should... take him somewhere private. You know, just to make sure he... feels ok...
Good idea. What do you say Hour? Want to come with us and lie down a bit to recover?