'huh? That... I don't remember anything being mentioned in the novel...' — Ignorant to what he asked I tilted my head, dubious, contemplating on how to get myself some distance from this suddenly shameless attitude he was giving me with that tone of his.
"... Because..." — Leaning, his voice lowered to whisper in a distance I could still tolerate. — "Isn't the warmth of closeness similar to the frustrating heat of the Summer Sun?"
"...!" — '... What's... What's wrong with you...? What are you–?!'
"This is the other reason why I could not permit My Lady to grant this first dance to another man."
Moving my hand to lay on his shoulder, as if preparing for the almost unhearable piece to commence, he traced my arm tickling it with his graze, placing his palm on my waist... looking straight into my eyes to say such a thing. Having no hint of shame at what his mouth was spouting.
"...!" — 'You idiot...!'
