❝ . . . Don't ask me. It's not like I understand it well. ❞

❝ Because it /is/ stupid. I must prefer 'Mistress'. ❞

❝ You can sense that sort of thing, I presume? I don't believe you would give me the time of day, were I a weak sorcerer. ❞ A chuckle is offered, hands in her coat pockets. ❝ I won't deny that I am. ❞

❝ I mean. . . Maybe if you took off the mask, you'd be more desirable. ❞

❝ I see. I'm not your 'babe' either. ❞

❝ . . . You're unbearably hideous beneath it? ❞

❝ You're annoying. ❞ Hands in her pockets, the sorcerer shrugged her shoulders. ❝ Don't know what I did. I hunt curses, not the mafia. ❞

❝ I probably just refused to sleep with one of them. ❞ Scratching her cheek. ❝ Oh. Do I? I forgot. Ah, well. As long as it isn't a date. ❞

❝ Of course, I'm starving. ❞

❝ Fufu. Testing me? I'm not one of your students, silly boy. There's no need to do such things, but I suppose I don't mind. ❞ Such a handsome face. She was growing quite fond of his antics.

❝ Gojo-sensei? He's your teacher? I know of him, but. . . You don't seem gloomy or like a loser. Not to me, at least. ❞

❝ H'oh. . . What tells you that? I'm typically the one who takes care of others. ❞ She does so as an owner, typically - but she doesn't mention that. ❝ So, what makes me vulnerable to you? ❞

❝ I don't do such frivolous things like dates. A waste of my time. Just like taking you out to dinner would be. ❞

❝ Pitying yourself will do you no good. I don't even feel the urge to make you into a pet - I simply pity you too much. Pick yourself up. There's always hope for you. ❞

❝ Is that so? Go ahead, try it. ❞

❝ Naturally arrogant, are you? ❞ She leaned in as well, piercing golden eyes gazing toward him with interest. ❝ I won't need you to rescue me, Sensei. So don't worry about me. ❞

Looks like she missed out on the Walmart fun.

❝ Such a good pet. You even picked out your own collars. ❞

❝ Is that so? I'm pleased to hear you had fun, Maka. Ah, I suppose I'll start giving you an allowance, as your parent. ❞