It takes her a moment, but the usual stiff resistance in the face of casual touch begins to fade. If nothing else, she's decided it's highly unlikely that Dodger would make any sort of attack while they're actively enjoying each other's company. Maybe even not at all — though her wary nature cautions against believing that too easily. She even allows her eyes to be covered, and sighs rather than attempt to resist it.

"Fine." She tips her head back a little, thoughtful. The darkness of his hand over her eyes puts her in mind of a particular memory, the last time she'd used her darkness spell, and with that a name. Tentatively, "Karamatsu. Do you know him?"