215 What about your taste in women?

She cannot bear this anymore. Iori leans closer to Takeshi and whispers, "Will you stop doing that?" 

"What did I do?" Takeshi looks at her with a blank face. 

Even the top actors of this country would be ashamed of their acting skills in front of this man-child. Why is this man doing this to her? How did she offend him this time? Is he just having fun? She scratches his wrist hard. "Is this not your hand?"

"Is it?" He doesn't show any sign of pain. She can scratch him like a cat to her heart's content as long as she keeps her attention on him. 

"We're not kids anymore." She scowls at him and presses her nails harder into his flesh. "Don't pick a fight with me."

"If I don't pick a fight with my 'childhood friend', who will I fight with?" Takeshi huffs at her. "Your taste in men is still horrible."