After clearing the Dungeon's first two floors again, the two of them headed back up, looking exhausted.
When they reached the camp entrance, Greg teased Victoria:
"Well, Junior Fellow, want to squeeze in with your senior for the night? I promise to keep my hands to myself!"
Victoria stopped and glanced back at him, undisguised contempt and wariness in her eyes.
Of course, she did not go inside. There was only one tent in the camp, and it was so cramped that one person could barely lie down in it.
If two people slept there together, they would have to share an extremely confined space, and their bodies would inevitably press against each other.
Knowing Greg, she figured his promise to "keep my hands to myself" was about as believable as "It's already the middle of the night, but I'll definitely go to bed early." That promise was barely better than nothing.
"Pah! Scumbag!"
With those words, Victoria continued toward the exit without looking back.
She planned to return to her dorm and rest while it was still dark.
The trip was a little long, but that was far better than cramming herself into a tent with someone who spouted nonsense nonstop.
"Aw, I was actually serious this time, and she still didn't believe me."
Greg shook his head, watched Victoria's back disappear down the passage, then entered the camp alone.
Still, it was hardly a big deal.
But Victoria's refusal also made Greg realize that perhaps it was time to upgrade his camp's basic facilities again.
Almost everything in the camp was only enough for him alone... well, and a cat.
If Victoria and the others ever found themselves having to rest here, someone would have to sleep on the cold stone.
He certainly did not want to be