Honestly Is The Best Policy

If anyone else had made such a comment about her, she wouldn't have hesitated to slap them across the room and use her broom to finish them off. But because it was me, the person who she imagined as her little brother and the same person who she just had a great time with laughing out loud, she couldn't do so and just looked at me, wondering why I was acting this way.

She also noticed that even though I was glancing at her body, there were really no vulgar intentions behind my gaze, and it looked as if I were admiring a magnificent sculpture, which she really couldn't take any offence to, since, as tough as she was, she was also a simple woman at the end of the day who liked to be admired by someone she favoured.