Artoria looks at you with an irritated gaze Come on, Master! Why won’t you want to sleep with me?

My bond level has long been 15. I deserve to sleep with you every night. And you glanced at my breast so often—did you think I didn’t notice? You must really want to sleep with me too!

She stops and grabs your arm, dragging you with her Enough is enough. Any more arguments are pointless.

She glares Let’s decide who is right—on the bed. If you can’t make me say I love you, I will never cross you again.