They definitely wouldn't say that.
Lynn shook his head. "Then it wasn't me." The plot would have to change, too.
Suppose Lynn didn't fall into depravity. Then the plot could be changed.
The domineering, lively Third Young Master of the Ducal Family falls in love with a commoner lily.
Back then, Leticia was still so young. She probably couldn't withstand an attack like that.
That was what Lynn, looking back on it now, said with certainty.
By contrast, when things later progressed to Happy Couple, Lynn had enjoyed himself.
After all, the first impression was of an evil, greasy, fat young master from the Ducal Family. Later, after he worked hard to get back in shape, he was still goofy and bad with words. He claimed to hate her so much, yet when danger came, he'd honestly rescue her.
You said you'd never have any physical contact with men, so why were you carrying one in your arms?
You didn't even hate holding hands.
First impressions mattered.
Lynn didn't want to discuss this at length, either. When chatting with girls, you had to change the subject before the current one ran out.
Lynn opened a lid on the table and took out a Slime Vinyl Record, then put it on.
He started the machine.
"Let's leave that for now. What do you think of this?"
Music played: a beautiful piano piece.
Ria was the first to recognize it. "Isn't this the piece you composed when you were eleven, Lynn?"
Though Yuffie was captivated by the music, she still watched the machine—which gave off no magical fluctuations—with a clear head. "We already have Magic Balls that can record sound. So what is this?"
Leticia had never heard anything like it!
The silver-haired girl asked uncertainly, "You made it?"
"A record player.