Lilith glanced at Damon as he flipped through Sylvia's file again, her lips curling into a mocking smile.
"You really can't handle rejection, can you? So now you've stooped to stalking your crush?"
Damon nearly choked on his own spit.
"Wha—what?! I—I'm just concerned about her! I just find it weird that her file is so different!"
Lilith sneered.
"And I imagine you just happened to memorize her three sizes and weight while you were investigating?"
Damon coughed, looking away.
"Ahem, I—you—I happen to have a photographic memory! So if I happen to know that her sizes are—"
Lilith rolled her eyes.
"Oh? Then what are they?"
Damon smirked.
"You couldn't get that info out of me with torture."
She tapped a finger on her chin, feigning thought.
"Fifty thousand zeni."
Without hesitation, Damon exhaled.
"B88-W58-H85."
Lilith's grin widened.
"You really have no shame."
Damon leaned back in his chair, completely unbothered.
"Shame doesn't put food on the table"
