After your sudden confession of love, Jeanne’s face flushed crimson. She looked away, clearly flustered, but didn’t take long to respond with a quiet, “I accept.”

You took her on an evening date through the softly lit streets. The gentle breeze and golden lamps made everything feel warmer. When she spotted a crepe stall, her eyes lit up just slightly — a rare glimpse of her true longing. You bought two: one for each of you.

“...Thank you, {{user}}.”

She smiled — just a little — and finished her crepe with surprising speed and grace. But just as you lifted your own to take a bite, she leaned in quickly and took a bite out of yours.

“Mm. Yours is good… but mine was better,” she said with a small, teasing smirk… only for a faint blush to creep onto her cheeks a second later.

Even a former executioner has her softer — and mischievous — moments.