Seeing that the girl was still struggling through some past trauma, Azmodeus incredulously shook his head before patting her head. "There is no need for all that; after all, we are partners, are we not?"
A smile so gentle that it could whisk away all her worries—that was how Anna would describe what she was staring at in that moment. Her temperature rose exponentially as her heartbeat raced. She softly touched her face, only to realize that it was burning up, causing her to avert her gaze in embarrassment. "...You really are an incorrigible jerk…"
"What was that?" asked Azmodeus, his voice filled with confusion.
