Before she could say anything further Youko decided it was time to reveal his hand…in part, at least.
"Do you?" he asked instead, staring her down. The priestess was so sporadic in these instances, wilting at his critiques or standing firm in the wake of his arrogance.
She smoothed the expression from her face, likely out of consideration rather than duplicity. Though clever, the girl didn't smell like a liar. "Maybe if I could figure out what it is," she said, "that you want from me."
"Of course it is you I want."
She frowned, her ears lightly pink. "I sort of understand that…but why?"
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