"But that outfit really does look lovely on you, Miss Shigure Ryoko. Miss Chelsea must have spent quite some time choosing it. She has excellent taste."
He's praising my clothes on the surface, but he's really sneaking in a compliment about Miss Chelsea's taste. Hmph, I can see right through that little trick. Go ahead and butter her up!
Heh, I'll sit right here and watch you. Whatever you do, I'm not leaving. Let's see how you make a move on Miss Chelsea now.
Jonas sensed Shigure Ryoko's gaze and raised an eyebrow. "Do you disagree with something I said, Miss Shigure Ryoko? Feel free to offer a different opinion."
"Oh, or you could go get a table of your own. We might be discussing adult matters here later, and for someone whose mental age is, well, about the same as a child's, it might not be appropriate to keep listening."
What was that supposed to mean?!
He was mocking her right to her face!
"N-no, Mr. Jonas. I was staring too hard and forgetting my place. I'm very sorry. I agree with what you said, too. Miss Chelsea really does have excellent taste."
Just one look from him had frightened Shigure Ryoko into apologizing on the spot, yet for some reason, she felt a strange itch inside, as though being put under pressure excited her.
I'm so sorry I didn't follow Lord Jonas's lead and compliment Miss Chelsea.
But if she was right, once dinner was over, Jonas would take Miss Chelsea back to that place again, just like he had so long ago, wouldn't he?
She admitted Jonas had a certain personal charm, but surely it wasn't enough to make Miss Chelsea this infatuated.
If it were her...
"All right, stop scaring Ryoko. I invited her. She didn't