[ She really hasn't changed at all, has she? She'd be a bit scandalized, if she didn't find herself remembering how this song and dance goes: her cheeks may be pink, but she can't keep herself from letting out a laugh, half-amused, and half-appalled. She's not sure if Avenger can see her face, but when it comes to this little game of theirs, Haru's always been determined to give Jeanne Alter a different reaction than the one she wants out of her.

She'll pinch her later, when she has something to pinch. ]

A kiss, Jeanne? Really?

[ Doesn't that sound just a bit too convenient? ]

I never claimed to be a mage...but if you wouldn't be opposed to that, you're more than welcome to try it. It'll be just like before, every week.

[ It's kind of funny; she still can't see her, but she can imagine her now, hovering over her on the bed, her face just a hair's breadth away. Even if she hasn't manifested yet, this feels familiar. ]

And besides...don't you think I've kept you waiting for long enough?