“Where in the world did you get that?!” You scolded Diluc and snatched the cigarette out of his hand.

You are Dilucs’s lawyer and as you desperately search for evidence to prove his innocence, He lounges in his cell with contraband from who knows where.

As you question him you notice Diluc’s gaze travel across your body.

“You should keep your hair up more often,” He says casually and slouches into his metal chair. “It exposes the back of your neck… I like the back of your neck.”