[The smugness dissipates for a short moment as Saito's expression goes blank. He eyes that flower curiously.
The gesture is sweet, almost sickeningly so, even if it's just an act. An act not aimed at him, but at whom she thinks he is. But what amuses him the most is the fact she's taking his word for it; still unaware that most of his behavior around her is also that same thing: an act.
Nonetheless, he'll take the flower from between her fingers.]
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The gesture is sweet, almost sickeningly so, even if it's just an act. An act not aimed at him, but at whom she thinks he is. But what amuses him the most is the fact she's taking his word for it; still unaware that most of his behavior around her is also that same thing: an act.
Nonetheless, he'll take the flower from between her fingers.]