Let there be Justice, though the world perishes
"Beautiful, isn't she," Touga commented; it was not a question.
Responses materialized, unbidden ('Everyone is, to you'; 'Then why are you sleeping with him?') only to be stifled. "Mmm."
The playboy focused on his companion, not retreating when the other met his gaze. "I'm serious. I win, and make her mine, or lose and leave the useless bride alone. She won't refuse the proposition." A smug smile surfaced, accompanied by the casual flip of red hair. "And I will not lose."
You've already lost, thought Saionji. But all he said was "The duel called Revolution, then," and there was silence.