"Oh, dear Mr. Doro, have you already returned from your date with Miss Elf?"
Mohe sniffed Doro as he approached, without any reservation: "Eh~ how strange~ no scent like that, and it doesn't seem like you've bathed, did you really not do that kind of thing with Miss Elf?"
"You... a date isn't necessarily for doing that kind of thing."
"But Miss Elf clearly had that intention, right? I can tell~ It wouldn't be good to waste a girl's feelings like that, Mr. Doro, you might regret it later."
"Regret?"
Doro stared at Mohe: "What do you know?"
"Know what?" Mohe looked puzzled, "Though I can't deny I did give her some advice, I can't quite understand why you wouldn't accept it... Lisidorwei is part of the Demon Race, after all, so somehow Miss Elf would be easier to accept, right? Or maybe you're more interested in the Demon Race now?"