"W-what do you mean by that, Mortcombe?" Rafael looked alarmed by the sudden interrogation, which was slightly unusual in the eyes of Frederick. But at that moment, he had a more pressing issue to attend to, causing him to toss those thoughts aside.
"I need your advice," said the dark-haired man urgently. His hazel eyes glinted in the semi-darkness waiting expectantly for his friend's answer.
To the befuddlement of the blonde-haired man, he breathed a sigh of relief and answered quite arrogantly, "Of course, ask away! What is this about?"
"Assuming you have a partner—"
"Damn right I have one!" Rafael's reaction was needlessly exaggerated as the man swung his arms and slapped his thigh.
"Right?! Of course, you do. Why wouldn't you?" The villain scoffed while curtly agreeing to his unpremeditated victim and continued with his query, "Say she's mad at you. What would you do?"
