"In the end, you didn't sleep with her."
Mila sneered, leaning against the railing on the roof of the guesthouse.
She was dressed in business attire but her demeanor made her seem more like a delinquent student skipping classes. Considering the elves' near-rigid adherence to "rules" and "norms", her mentors and superiors must have found her unconventional personality quite challenging.
"I don't find that amusing. Continuous overtime for three whole days couldn't possibly be this exhausting."
Out of class considerations and personal relations, Pasiphael didn't retort to Mila. Instead, he chewed on a stamina-boosting "combat energy bar" and glanced at his undignified superior with tired, ringed eyes.
"I don't wish to face the military police or the Stasi's interrogation due to momentary pleasure."
