As they stood before the entrance to Joe's Tavern, Dia gave Ixion a curious look.
"A tavern? That's where you were headed?"
Ixion laughed.
"What's wrong with taverns?"
Dia's head slightly recoiled.
"What's not wrong with them? From what I've heard, only brutes and thugs go there."
Ixion shrugged.
"I guess I'm a brute and thug."
"Oh, Priri! You're much too beautiful to be a brute or a thug!"
Ixion brought his gaze down and met Dia's, a tight smile on his face.
"So, because you think I'm beautiful, I can't be a bastard?"
Dia waved her hand.
"No, no! From the few I've dealt with, most beautiful people are, in fact, bastards! But at most you're a thief."
"A thief?! I've never stolen anything in my life!"
'Technically, all within Catatran is mine! Such is written in law… What tyrant wrote that one?! Who allowed it to pass?!'
Dia smiled then, drawing the eyes of onlookers, shouted:
"Of course! Stealing young maidens' hearts after young maidens' hearts!"
