"…Good," said Michael.
"…This is so embarrassing." With a complicated expression, Roussel pushed the door open and left.
Looking at the shut door, Michael suddenly slapped his head in frustration. "Damn it! Why did I say that?"
In the living room, Luke finally said, "Good! Looks like you're aren't completely dumb."
Michael turned his head. "Huh?"
Luke shrugged. "You haven't had a girlfriend in a while, have you? Well, maybe you had some 'female' friends when you were rich, but this girl is probably the only one who really loved you."
Michael narrowed his dead fish eyes. "How old are you? Do you know what love is?"
Luke chuckled. "It's because I don't have a girlfriend yet that I don't have to worry about love, young man."
Michael's lips moved, but he realized that he couldn't argue with that. He could only change the topic and point at Kincaid. "Shouldn't you change your friend's clothes?"
