( makoto snorts lightly. ) Yes, of course. You were perfectly “fair” in not trying to sabotage me.

( winning or losing is less on makoto’s mind than what the game will dictate that they either do or ask of one another. it had warned of a “penalty” for the loser… just how harrowing of a penalty would that be? it would certainly be an inconvenience… potentially a shame or embarrassment. no, makoto certainly doesn’t want to lose, and he will do his best not to, but he’s not necessarily anxious about it.

he simply shrugs, sticking his underwear into a back pocket of his trousers. yes… how can he be so worried about the punishment that the House might dish out to him when playing the game itself is embarrassment enough? he breathes out a short sigh.

the conversational timbre certainly changes with that dare, though. it startles makoto into, first, a brief state of shock, and then crackling disbelief. ) Seriously? ( what item? this is a library?! and makoto gets to choose where he puts it? all things considered, the young demon doesn’t seem quite as scandalized by this dare as one might expect—regardless of how this might play out, he’s already become accustomed with far worse.

so, with that in mind, he levels esi in a wary stare. ) What, exactly, do you plan on putting inside of me?

( maybe trying to test esi’s relative levels of scandalization… perhaps he is trying to win this game after all. )