He had not anticipated being paired with a woman for the mission, though he prided himself on being nonjudgmental. His initial expectation had leaned towards a male counterpart, a presumption he voiced cautiously.

"Ah, you're my partner for this mission, correct?" he queried, seeking confirmation while internally grappling with the unforeseen dynamics of their partnership.

He harbored a fervent wish that the mission would proceed smoothly without veering into discomfort. Furthermore, he harbored a silent concern that she might notice the Icha Icha Paradise book nestled in his bag—a literary indulgence that, if discovered, might unjustly brand him as a lecher.