[ She had noticed. But then again, maybe she prefers him that way. He wasn't exactly wrong about her taste. Still, she does Izo the courtesy of sparing him from her gaze, occupying herself instead with refilling their drinks. It leaves both their glasses a little too full, threatening to spill as she empties out the last dregs from the bottle. ]
Probably. [ The wryness lingers in her voice. ] But I don't mind it when you're rude either, hitokiri.
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Probably. [ The wryness lingers in her voice. ] But I don't mind it when you're rude either, hitokiri.