Jun chuckled at her harsh tone, clearly amused by it.<strong>"Oh <em>Koto-chan</em>, how silly you are being. Have you forgotten how we played as children? I daresay you may look even more adorable now than you did then. Like a little china doll. Would you prefer I called you <em>Koto-kun</em> or simply brave the scandal and call you Sayuri? Oh that would never do. Besides, you know very well you are not old enough to be drinking."</strong>He smiles, and moves to ruffle her hair, but thinks better of it. There were items in it that could give him quite a nasty poke and she seemed of an attitude to do it. Especially if the rumors were true; it was said that she was a violent sort prone to fits of rage. They said she killed a number of people and only got away with it because her father was<em>Yakuza</em>.<br/><br/><strong>"What would your family say about you calling a suitor a simpleton? Especially one so well-bred and from such a prestigious family. Our pairing would benefit our families quite a bit. When we were young you called me <em>ani</em> and said we would be friends always."</strong>These lines are a string of complete and utter bull. To the first point, he was not a suitor. Nor was his family prestigious, in fact the intermarriage of his father had pretty much lost every bit of his family's standing in classical society. Their pairing, were such a thing considered much less allowed to happen, would likely benefit her family but not his so much. Lastly, never had she referred to him by any such name, but a good liar was Jun, and an even better purveyor of smarmy comments.<strong>"Perhaps we should inform your dear and honored mother that you have been drinking, I am sure <em>Mao-Sama</em> would be most interested to hear this."</strong>His smile gave something of the effect the Cheshire Cat might have, full of pleasure at his own remarks and with the surety that nothing he has said could possibly do anything but upset her. She did have to retain her china doll perfection, and he made certain to be just out of shin-kicking range because those shoes looked painful to walk in, and even more so to be struck by. His grin widened as his eyes flashed to the shoes, if they were still visible beneath the gown. Horribly improper as it was, he pictured them scattered about his apartment; courting death at home as it would be if such occurred. Did such a girl leave men like him alive? An interesting proposal, to find that answer.