"Y-Yes, I guess?" Alice answered somewhat blankly.
"Hm?" Amon looked at her with a gaze Alice did not know how to describe.
"..." Alice fell silent for a moment, then said with complete sincerity, "Only a great existence such as yourself could make such a uniquely distinctive expression. For insignificant mortals like us, seeing it even once in our lives is an immense honor!"
"You really know how to talk," Amon said with a laugh as he looked at Alice's expression. "But can you not curse me in your heart while praising me?"
Alice's gaze drifted for a moment before she defended herself. "...I call that honesty."
Amon's gaze fell upon Alice's right hand. At that moment, she was gripping a dinner knife and forcefully cutting through her steak.
Noticing Amon's gaze, Alice Paused for a Moment, then changed the subject. "So, do I still have to go eat ice cream later...?"
"You don't have to go," Amon answered indifferently.
"Really?" Alice Let Out a Sigh of Relief.
"After all, I'm not the one who'll die," Amon continued.
"?" Alice opened her mouth, feeling that this exchange was strangely familiar.
After staring at Amon for several seconds, Alice lowered her head without another word and sped up her eating.
Amon watched Alice eat with her head lowered and Chuckled. "Even if you suddenly make the chandelier on the ceiling explode, it won't help."
Alice stopped moving, raised her head, and asked seriously, "Then how can I actually hurt you? Or escape from under your hand?"
"Are you asking me how to deal with myself?" Amon Asked Back.
Alice answered as if it were only natural, "Only you would understand best how to deal with yourself, Isn't That Right?"
Amon gave an inscrutable laugh. "Even if I told you... would you