The therapist was curious.
"What do you mean, Yagiri-san?"
"There are times when we are supposed to be working and he will decide to have sex instead. It is unprofessional."
Izaya crossed a leg over the other.
"I'm the boss so it's fine if I want to call it a day and have some recreation time. Also, I pay you as if it were work hours."
"Are you calling me a prostitute?"
"No, no. Not at all."
Izaya knew he had committed a blunder. It was rare of him but he could only make amends and backpedal.
"What did you mean, then?"
Izaya tried his friendliest smile.
"I meant that we can have sex even during working hours without it affecting your salary so there are no disadvantages."
"It increases the workload later."
"But Namie, you never want to meet me on your free time. What am I supposed to do? At times a man just wants to get it on with his woman."
Izaya was taking a risk but there was something highly appealing about Namie when she was angry.
"Say that again and you'll be one becoming target practice."
The therapist coughed.
"I detect some hostility between the two of you."
"It makes for some feisty sex, doc. But it's such a shame that I'm always the one taking the initiative."
"If we had it your way we'd never leave bed."
"Now that is not true. I would like to do it in all sorts of places such as my desk, my favorite swivel chair, the bathtub, the kitchen counter and in some public places too-"
"I rest my case. You are a pervert."
The therapist decided to change the topic.
"What do you normally do on a date?"
"'Date'?"
"Namie does not like dates."
"Do you have any sort of activity you are involved in apart from work?"
"Apart from the hot steamy sex?"
"It's obvious that Izaya has something of a one track mind. We play go at times."
"She keeps a score, too."
"And does normally win?"
To the therapist's surprise Izaya clapped happily.
"It's actually 50/50! With my genius it is difficult to get someone to play with. No matter how much of a handicap I am willing to give the other party, there's just no thrill. But Namie gives me a run for my money."
"If you think I'll be all mushy over your silly compliments I must correct you. Excuse me, I must take this call."
Izaya recognized the ringtone on Namie's phone and after waiting a few heartbeats tiptoed after her.
"Orihara-san, what are you doing…?"
"Shh, pipe it down will you? I'm eavesdropping."
"That's illegal…"
"Not if you don't get caught."
Izaya returned soon enough and resumed sitting as if he had not budged.
"I got to go now. Seiji called."
"See what I mean!"
"Yagiri-san, the session isn't over yet."
"I don't care."
And with this she was gone.
"Orihara-san, do you normally eavesdrop on Yagiri-san like this?"
Without a doubt it sounded creepy indeed.
"No, too risky. I have her cell phone bugged but she changed phone recently. By the way, I was pretty sure she'd leave ahead of time so I'll email you some suggestions on how you can convince her that I am absolutely amazing."
"That isn't the point of therapy…"
"But I am amazing. And Namie must see it too. But she won't believe it if I say so for some strange reason."
The therapist did not think it was strange at all.
"It seems to me that she thinks that you have an inflated perception of your intellect and overall character."
"Exactly! It is up to you to show her that's just not true. There will be plenty of ootoro for you! Think about it."
"Why are we doing this again? I thought we were done."
Namie had been dragged to therapy again and was none the happier for that.
"Today we'll try something a bit different. Yagiri-san, I will ask you a few questions about Orihara-san and vice versa. This exercise allows to see how much you know about each other."
"Oh, great idea doc! I am something of an expert when it comes to Yagiri Namie."
She folded her arms.
"I suspect you keep a file on me and all."
"There is no need for that. I have the information regarding you right here."
Izaya tapped his head and smiled.
"Because you are such a genius."
"Why, as a matter of fact-"
"Whatever. Let's just get this over with."
Izaya pouted. He was very fond of expounding on his own merits.
