Remilia turned her head away in a huff: "And you expect me to trust you like this?"
"Of course." Motan nodded naturally, swinging his finger and laughing: "You must know, dear, being unprincipled doesn't mean lying, lying doesn't mean having ulterior motives, even if there are ulterior motives, it doesn't necessarily mean that they're untrustworthy."
Remilia rolled her eyes: "Nonsense, sophistry, gibberish, but…"
Motan quickly and completely insensitively responded, "But what?"
"But if it weren't for you, I might have died a long time ago." Remilia sighed softly, burying her face in the snow-white crook of her arm: "To be honest, I'm still a little scared..."
Motan chuckled: "Well, now you eat well, dress well, and live well, what else is there to be afraid of?"
Remilia gritted her teeth, glaring at Motan: "Can't you say anything other than nonsense!"
