Kylie looked at Kaze's grin with an abstract expression. She didn't know how to feel about him creating a spatial rift to [playfully] hit the woman with a pillow.
It wasn't that she was worried about him hurting her. Instead—
"You… look like you genuinely like her." She commented nonchalantly.
—it was simple pettiness, the kind he enjoyed.
"I genuinely like most ladies." Kaze replied charmingly, "But you're correct.
I think the term for that one is [friend]. Or… potential friend."
Kylie's eyes widened in amusement, and she burst into giggles. "Everyone else treats friendships as expectations and sexual developments like monumental achievements.
Yet you treat sexual experiences like expectations and friendships as distinguished honors with insurmountable bars to entry. It's… cute."
"Since everything you've said is correct, it seems I'm [cute]." Kaze replied magnetically.
"And hot…." Kylie blushed coquettishly.
