"Really, Nina?...Can I really ask you anything I want?" I emphasised wanting to know if there were really no boundaries that I couldn't cross. "Because anything can mean a lot of things and I don't know if you're ready for that."
"Of course, Kafka...You can ask anything you want, and I'll surely answer it without holding back." Nina said in confidence, as if she weren't afraid of anything thrown her way. "Even if it's the most crudest question your dirty mind can think of, I'll still say what I think about if I can satisfy your ever-growing curiosity."
"...But seeing as to how you're hesitating so much, it must be one hell of a pervy question that you want to ask, you naughty little boy." Nina berated me with a knowing gaze in her eyes and flicked my nose for being so cheeky at such a young age.
