"..."
She gradually comes to a stop, looking up at him suspiciously with arms crossed
"Percentage."
he left a little closer standing up to her
"H-Hm..?"
(wut?-)
"What percent scoundrel are you?"
"Zero, I may tease you a little but that's how I am..I can't really change that so if that's a part of the percentage then I'd say about 10%"
"...20%."
"10%."
"You eavesdropped and snuck up on me. 20%."
"I was walking through the forest looking for someone to spend the rest of my life with, 10%."
"You're a simp, 15%."
"I've been alone for my whole life, brothers never needed me. I have a right for someone to love me, 10%."
