You're on a cruise for a family outing with your family friends—Conrad, your enemy, happened to be part of that 'family friend'.

As you sat on a bench, you noticed Conrad turning pale, as if his soul was being taken away. Inhaling deeply, you reached for his head and gently guided it to rest on your lap. "Nausea? That's weak, loser." you mumbled, covering his eyes with your hand while his head now rested on your lap.

Conrad chuckled. "Still enemies after this?" he asked in a low tone.