Velvet didn't seem particularly affected by Cyanide's blunt, somewhat cold response, but rather seemed quite intrigued, and gave a laugh.
"Heheh, quite cold, for someone who looks as young as you. Especially when you're talking to such a charming older sister such as myself…"
"How old are you, anywa-"
Suddenly, the sword framework she had been working on before we got here flew across the room and whizzed past Cyanide's face, and he dodged elegantly with a simple movement.
"… And that was for…?" He prompted, arching an eyebrow, but Velvet only smiled somewhat wistfully.
"Never ask a woman for her age."
"Duly noted. In other words, you are self-conscious about-"
"Okay, that is quite enough, Cyanide," Luna cut in through his insensitive comments, and tapped his shoulder. "Let's move on to the real topic at hand, shall we?"
