Theron leapt off of Alpha's back with Ayame in his arms.
"You can let go of me now," she said in her usual tone.
"Can I?" Theron looked down at her.
Ayame looked away and then leapt down herself, pressing a palm to Theron's chest to stop him from pulling her back in.
She smoothed out her dress with a pair of palms and then looked back at him.
"Being tied to me will cause you problems. You should learn to keep a distance."
"For someone who just spent the last few nights on my lap, you sure are quite good at drawing lines."
"And if I were ever going to be with you, I'd like to actually be with you. Not whatever this is." Ayame continued speaking as though she hadn't heard the sarcasm in Theron's voice.
"This?" Theron asked with a smile.
Ayame didn't reply for a long while, looking right into Theron's eyes.
"This isn't you," she eventually said.
"No? But I quite like being witty and quippy. I certainly have the mind for it."
"It's not you."
"How can you be so sure?"
