"A... Date?" Marionette tilted her head.
Lillian's playful grin turned into a wry smile, "You... Definitely know what date means, right?"
"Of course I do, Lillian. I'm not that naive." Marionette raised an eyebrow, "Do you really underestimate my knowledge of relationships that much?"
Lillian's smile turned shaky, "Whaa... Of course not." She lied. She strongly doubted Marionette's knowledge when it came to this topic.
Marionette narrowed her eyes, sceptical, then sighed. "Anyway... I'm assuming that's a yes, then?"
"Hm? Why'd you think I'd say yes?" Lillian teased, "I could be doing something on the days that we're off—" She then shuddered at the slight smile on Marionette's lips.
The Assassin leaned her elbow on the table, then rested her cheek into her palm. "You're refusing...?" She blinked at her, amused, whilst smiling eerily. "To go on a date with me...?"
