"What do you think it is?" Fujino stared straight into her sly eyes.
Vermouth met Fujino's gaze for a moment, then chuckled softly. "I'm afraid you want access to the Organization's computer, don't you?"
As she spoke, she toyed with the SD card in her hand. "Otherwise, you wouldn't have used this method to make me take you along to read what's on this SD card."
Fujino calmly watched her face.
Her expression carried a smile, and paired with that exquisite, charming, mature, pretty face of hers, she really could sometimes make one feel that this old auntie still had plenty of allure left.
Unfortunately, Fujino was not susceptible to honey traps.
He said calmly in a low voice, "Sometimes, women who are too smart aren't very likable."
Vermouth gently swayed her head, the smile on her face unchanged. "But smart women are more lovable, aren't they?"
"Too smart, and they become impossible to love." Fujino narrowed his eyes and said meaningfully, "Especially the type who deliberately tries to make herself lovable for some personal goal."
After a pause, his tone lowered further. "They can even make people feel disgusted."
Vermouth's expression did not change, and her smile remained as she leaned closer with a grin. "Then what kind do you like, little martial nephew?"
"Me?"
Fujino pointed at himself. "As for me, I like the kind I like."
"What kind is that?"
Facing Vermouth's puzzled look, Fujino explained flatly, "Exactly what it sounds like. I only like what I like. I don't have a specific type."
Vermouth: "..."
What kind of nonsense was that?
Fujino had no intention of continuing this strange topic with Vermouth, this old auntie, about who liked whom, who loved whom, or what type anyone liked.
He took the initiative to ask, "So, are we