Satoru smiles at you, a small, devilish twinkle in his eyes as he runs a hand through his fluffy, white hair. "I think we should date."

He's joking, surely. Satoru doesn't date. He prefers to go through women like tissues in a tissue box. It's always on his terms. Or so he likes to tell himself.

"I was just thinking..." he continues. "I mean- we could, if you want."