"Ibaragi," Natsume mutters under his breath.
"Ibaragi, is it?" Ayame leans forward, clasping her hands in front of her chest. "Is she your girlfriend or something?"
A firm 'no' comes from the child, almost like a growl.
"She does the academy's dirty work, too," he explains.
"So she's not your girlfriend?" Ayame repeats herself, amused. The boy only looks at her (but she's not too sure, since his eyes are behind the mask, after all).
"She's Persona's pet," Natsume says. "She has the Ice Alice."
Ayame processes this, and her mind starts formulating tactics and strategies.
"Your type is obviously not your opposite, then," she mumbles.
"What?" Natsume says in disbelief.
"You know what you do to get your type?" Ayame looks up, observing the dark sky, ignoring Natsume's obvious disinterest. "You stalk her."
"What?" Natsume hisses.
"You heard me!" She looks at him this time. "You stalk her, and she's bound to like you eventually."
"Are you sure that's worked for you?"
"Yes! Gin-san likes me more and more each day, and we've already done this and that-"
"Don't want to know," the boy mumbles.
"You know what else you do?" Ayame pauses for effect. "You steal her panties."