"Oh?" Dahlia Payne lifted her round glasses and squinted before asking with interest, "And what do I need to do for your diagnosis? You're not trying to take advantage of me, are you?"
"How would I dare, my Lady?" Vaan shrugged with a rueful smile before saying, "You're a noble Senior Witch, while I am just a man without any aura training. If anything, shouldn't a helpless man like me be worried about you taking advantage of me instead?"
"Oh, I suppose that is true. Ehe," Dahlia Payne chuckled with a cute yet silly look. "Then, what will you do, Vahn? It wouldn't include a facial massage, would it?"
Evidently, Dahlia Payne had overheard Vaan's conversation with the group of young witches from earlier in the library.
"I don't have magic, so I can rely on questioning and simply massages to understand what is going on inside your body, my Lady," Vaan calmly answered.
