"Who's lowering themselves?" came the playful, rhetorical question. Chin propped back in hand, Aidou only turned bright blue eyes on Rinali, noting every action they made, but revealing nothing of it. Inwardly, he was royally unimpressed by the chastisement. What a naive way to put it. "Being able to consciously act outside of one's habits when the situation arises can be a sign of poor adaptability. But I guess you already know that! Religion and nobility are pretty traditionalist themselves!"

Really, it was a most generalized thing to say, and normally Aidou wouldn't even see a point in addressing such a stupid issue... He, of all people, knew when propriety was absolutely necessary, when it was expected, and when it was merely a choice. It was something a noble never forgot.

And just like that, Aidou flipped his attention onto the true topic of conversation. "Innocence... God... weaponry... Akuma. Are they sentient? How would they destroy the world?" Questions helped keep his clinical mind from being overtaken with scepticism. "And for that matter, is this something supported by the government or is it an issue of contest?"