[ Kim has had more experience in his life than some would assume just by looking at him, both personally and professionally, but admission to a dominatrix's dungeon is admittedly not among them. He looks as at ease as he always does through force of habit alone, eyes flicking back and forth to take in the sights. The smell of cleaning supplies is... reassuring in that the place is probably quite clean, but he is in no way tempted to sit on the couch anyway. He glues himself to one spot, where he resolves to spend the rest of his (hopefully brief) stay here.

Thank god she's a novice. He would be equally as implacable in a proper dungeon, but it would be vastly harder to keep a straight face when surrounded by manacles, crosses, and sex swings (oh my!). ]

That's really not nec --

[ And she's gone. Kim watches her go with a tiny frown, then shakes his head, resigning himself to his temporary fate. ]

I'm not sure I'd qualify this as a good deed. A net morally neutral deed, maybe.

[ If she needs this much help, then is this really a good profession for her...? It's not Kim's place to judge, he supposes. He glances around the room again, then back down at Harry, the set of his shoulders relaxing a little. ]

How do these things keep happening to you, even here? [ He marvels. It's a hypothetical question. He doesn't think there's a real answer for it. ] Actually, how did you come across her? I know you said you ran into her on the street, but there's no way she was going around asking complete strangers for assistance.