[They don't? How annoying. She is mildly surprised at the hug and isn't sure the meaning of it but she slides her hand over the back of his anyway. She is both amused and annoyed by what he says, and the dark part of her is even a little thrilled so she sounds amused when she says:]

If you did that who would wash the blood off your clothes?

[She gives his hand a small pat and then maneuvers from his embrace]

But don't get so worked up over death. It's only temporary here, ne?

[And she's tired of people breaking.]