What. [flat. blank. flatter than beer that's been left out for too long. flatter than an ink stone. even his gaze, leveled right at diluc, is the same as his tone.]

You two have been acting like fussy lovers this entire time, but you've only just started courting? I had to endure you two sniffing around and asking questions about how I know one or the other, as if you were having some lovers' quarrel, trying to figure out who was cheating on who, and yet... [his ears flap, slipping over the pillowcase.]

You're both idiots.