Michael stared at the strange guy next to him. Whatever this guy was selling, he wasn't buying. He would have liked to ignore the guy, but his incessant need to talk with whatever he wanted to say cannot be stopped, no matter how many signals Michael gave him.
"No, it's truly fine! Who needs a partner anyway, right?"
Michael thoughtlessly nodded. "…uh huh…"
"I mean look at her, mingling with her posse so casually and so effortlessly as if she's not the most beautiful woman in the world," Jot'un said, furtively glancing at Aerith. "I mean, don't you think so?"
Michael glanced at Aerith. Sure, she was objectively beautiful but he wasn't the least bit attracted to her. In fact, he wasn't attracted to anybody right now because he was far too busy with the business of Reborn. He didn't have time with thoughts of forlorn love.
Definitely.
A thought flashed in his mind, but he let it flash by him without a second thought.
"Nope," he answered Jot'un.
