Yukari had heard of this sort of things in the Outside World. The idea of one as a school club was rather novel though; they really were upper class if they had that kind of time and money on their hands. Honey seemed a bit young for that kind of work, but she had to remind herself that he was eighteen or so. Besides, some people went for that kind of thing herself included.

Speaking of which, there he went with classifications right out of a manga. Not that's she'd heard of a "king type", but she could more or less imagine what kind of grand, charming prince that entailed. Loli-shota was a term she'd heard used before, and she couldn't help but agree with that designation; Honey certainly fit it to a T, and the only reason she didn't scoop him up and give him a big squeeze was the table in the way.

"Hmm, my type?" she murmured, leaning an elbow on the table and her head on her hand as she gazed at him. "Well, the serious types have their points..." They were hilarious to tease. "And I suppose the mischievous ones can be fun..." Partners in crime.

"But I suppose, after all," she said, reaching out with her other hand to brush her fingers against his cheek affectionately, "the cute ones might just be the best."

To tease, that was.

Not yet, though. She still didn't know much about him, so she didn't really know what buttons to press. Besides, the amusement derived from him just being cute hadn't run out quite yet.