"Fufufufu…" Marie let out a low, almost mocking chuckle, her voice carrying a sly tone that seemed to linger in the air. "Well, I guess as long as it has a hole, you'd go for it, huh? That's the kind of man you are. Honestly, I find myself baffled by your way of thinking—completely absurd, really—but at the same time… I can't exactly say I dislike it." She tilted her head slightly, her smirk sharpening as she studied me.
"Don't make me sound like some kind of degenerate," I shot back. "I'm not so much of a horndog that I'd try something with just anything that happens to have a hole in it." My words came out firmer than I intended, and I caught myself narrowing my eyes at her, though I couldn't stop from glancing at her face again, trying to read what was really behind those expressions.
