"We both know that I'm still sitting in this chair just because I want to sit in this chair, right?"

He chuckled softly, not even lifting his tired head up to meet her gaze. Yes, he had really worn himself out with work these past few days. To the point that her attack had caught him off guard. To the point that he was now in a godforsaken abandoned building. To the point that he was now tied to a chair with ropes with magical seals.

"Mm, I'm sure I look like a real hot fantasy right now, but you should stop staring at me silently, schemer. I want to hear you."

He said it softly, cracking the joints of his hands, which were numb in the ropes. He could have freed those hands, with just a little effort. But he didn't want to. He tried to find common sense in himself, to free himself, to teach her a lesson for such impudence and return to his work. But he couldn't. It was funny. Satoru liked funny things. And now he sat obediently on this creaking chair.

Maybe because he was tired. Maybe because she smelled delicious.