The restaurant is quiet when he says that. What? What the hell is he on about...? Yet Satoru continues, grabbing her hand gently. "You're just not...a girl of pedigree, yknow? You're someone I can have fun with, but long-term...? I can't guarantee anything like that. My family is from the uppermost echelon of society. We're the rich among the rich. And I'll be expected to marry someone on the same or near my level. You're a broke foreigner. The gap is too wide, yknow. You're someone fun I can relax with while in my youth." Satoru says simply, as if the explanation is meant to soothe anything