Boring was better than interesting in this case. Interesting might have meant walking a fine line between showing displeasure to a girl and warning off a girl, and the latter would’ve officially put their lunch time conversation on a different track.

As it was, he hadn’t seriously been bringing his own trustworthiness into question, but at her buoyant reassurance, he knew at once she was lying, or at least didn’t believe in her words as strongly as she spoke them. So then, Anise held him in question in some way. That gave the noble a small pause. It wasn’t precisely a surprise, yet… had she always been the type of person to do so, or had it been his behavior that‘d brought her to it? Either way, she still carried on with him like nothing was amiss. Why was that?

Aidou snorted at her ‘secret activity’ scenarios (how could he have raised up a lover here in so short a time?) before putting his chin into his hand. “Yes,” he said tiredly, following her change in tune, “let’s give this ‘truth or dare’ atmosphere a rest. It’s bringing me down.” There, he’d been honest. He was playing enough games with his captor and other prisoners, he didn’t need to fight for information and manage his words with Anise, too. Che. He was going to have to be more careful with her, obviously.

“It’s okay. Tell me whatever you remember.”

If he was able to wring something that simple out of her at all, he’d be content.