"You don't like me being good at flirting?" the man asked innocently. "Then just tell me to stop going to all the dates Jan has set up for me."
L frowned in surprise. She didn't think London would say such words.
"You're weird," L finally said.
"Weird how?" asked London. He removed his hand from L's chin and now crossed his arms on his chest, demanding an explanation. "You're the first person to call me weird."
"Maybe other people won't dare to tell you the truth because they are afraid to offend you," L said stubbornly.
"You still haven't told me why you called me weird. Adults should be able to take responsibility for their words ..." London looked at L closely, waiting for an explanation.
L finally sighed. "Other men would be happy to date a lot of women, but you've been complaining all this time. Isn't that weird?" said L, while crossing her arms on her chest.