Shiho has complicated feelings over how good he is at lacing her dress. On the one hand, he was close and smelled nice and she could feel her heart skip a beat when his fingers brush against the fabric of her dress.

On the other hand, the only way for a man to know how to lace a dress so quickly and so well could only mean that he had laced a lot of them in his lifetime. It isn't like she hadn't heard the rumours.

She lifts her hair up so he can tie the bow again, mood getting worse the more she thinks about it. "Hey. Promise me something."