Hisoka was mesmerized by how graceful Machi sewed his arm back together. The way she handled her nen was so perfect, it was as if she never needed to learn. It was an innate art.
"Will you spend the night?"
She didn't bother to reply.
A woman so petite he could subdue at any moment. Still, he never did. And he never would. Machi wasn't a toy at his disposal. Machi was a puzzle, a maze, so deep and sophisticated he wouldn't dare to fool.
This was her game. And for now, he would have to play by her rules.