[Somehow, Tamamo wants to disagree. She's not a good person. She killed an army, she as good as killed her last two Masters. She was a useless Servant. And she's scared of telling her any of that. She knows it could never happen, but she fears Hermione leaving her for it, realizing and judging her for her failures.

... But on the other hand, Hermione said that much, and she can't help but feel happy about it. Her cheeks turn rather red under Hermione's touch. Can't she forget the serious stuff for a bit?

From her position in her arms, Tamamo throws her own arms around Hermione, in what can only be described as a point blank tackle hug, her tail wagging like an excited puppy's.]

Ah, Master! It's that sort of killer line that makes me fall in love with you! You really do have natural talent as a ladykiller!