"You bit me, and now you're talking about being partners?" Yuko clicked her tongue, disbelief written all over her face. "That easy to talk to? There's got to be a catch. Spit it out."
"That's me for you. Smart as ever." The white-haired woman smiled in a way that rivaled Miss Butterfly, leaving Yuko momentarily dazed.
Yuko rubbed her chin. "Mmm, I think so too, but flattery won't get you a discount on your terms."
Miss Butterfly's mouth twitched. Never mind that this idiot was acting up again, but...
"If you discounted her terms, wouldn't you be the one losing out?"
"Shh! Idiot, don't let her know!" Yuko raised a finger to her lips.
Miss Butterfly finally clenched her fist and smacked Yuko on the head. "You're the idiot! I told you to stop messing around!"
"I'm building a rapport with her! Don't you know this is a great way to make friends?" Yuko protested, clutching her head.
Miss Butterfly opened her mouth, then found she had nothing left to say.
Fortunately, while Yuko was hopeless, the white-haired woman seemed relatively normal.
"Hehehe. My request is simple. You can easily grant it, Yuko."
"If you're going to call me by name, you could at least tell me yours first." Yuko lowered her hand, her expression growing serious. "And let me be clear: I'm not selling my body."
Miss Butterfly barely managed to suppress the urge to hit her again.
The white-haired woman blinked. "Didn't I have to guess your name myself? Why don't you guess mine? You seem quite good at wasting time on things like that."
Yuko's face twitched. "Guess, my ass! You didn't have to guess my name!"
And she was definitely taking a dig at Yuko for trying to guess Miss Butterfly's name!
Wait!
A flash