"Okay," Nellie said, the words rumbling out of her chest with a low regal echo that still felt borrowed, "so I'm… this. Now what? I can't exactly fold myself into a hoodie and pretend I'm still five-four."
Dante scratched the back of his neck, tilting his head like he was trying to solve a math problem he didn't care about. "Honestly? I don't know. Stop overthinking it and just be honest with the girl. Or lie through your teeth until your tongue falls off. Either works." He shrugged, his motion lazy, almost bored. "Look, I still don't get what this Emilia chick's whole deal is with Spirit Warriors and Negative Spirits. Sounds like a personal problem to me. But again that is not my problem."
Nellie opened her mouth, ready to unload every ounce of frustration she had, but he rolled right over her, a slow, crooked grin spreading across his face like oil on water.
