Start laughing uncontrollably at the rather hilarious nature of that last remark.
Possibly meow to calm down afterward.
+1
Grab the weapon she dropped. I need more throwing weapons anyway.
Also, she didn't say no, so let's dance! Into her room.
"Pff...PFHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAH!"
I snapped, didn't I? Right here, right now. What was left of my sanity has left the building.
"AAHAHAHAHAHA"
I double over in insane laughter, holding my sides with my gun still in my hand. I slap the M1911 against my knee a few times, taken in entirely by the powerful emotion I have no reason for feeling.
I have a vague feeling that the maid is crying, but she seems to have a kind of smile on her face.
"Heheeheheh. AHAHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA"
This. Must. Stop.
How can I gain control of myself? Really? Alright. I guess it has worked before.
"Ahhhmeow. Meaaaahahhaha-ow. Meow. Nyan more laughing!"
I state, standing dignified. I then see the Skorpion on the floor, along with the Sig that she dropped with her foot while I was in the laughing fit. I grab both, seeing as the where, after all, my guns. Why in the world did I throw them anyway? They return to their proper holsters, along with my M1911.
I then grab both her arms, still limply holding the Raging Bull pistols, and look into her deep purple eyes shining with tears. With perfect grace, I start waltzing into her room. She follows my lead perfectly, as if we had been dancing partners for life.
Looking around the room as we move to the beat of music that isn't there, I can see it is much like my own. The only difference is an ornate old-style closet filled with frilly dresses next to a full cupboard of teacups. There is no tea to be found.
"I thought they killed you...but you are a live! You shouldn't be here. They want you dead. Run while you still can..."
She manages to state, high pitched voice filled with sad emotion.