I see. [ He doesn't miss a beat. ] Unfortunately, I've never had the privilege to those trivialities in life, thus had no real attachment toward them.

[ Sometimes, you get so wrapped into revenge plot drama you forget to chill. Even as a Servant, he has not abandoned his obsession with vengeance. It eludes the Count what could've summoned him to her side– did she bear a grudge so great it required his abilities? More food for thought.

Because, he cannot simply buy into the fact she summoned him on chance, without some ulterior motives for the war. A Master has to be crafty in order to survive– something one cannot insure.]

So you wish us to become friends then? Sounds like a perfect scenario– but we'll see. [ Not even a second later, he fires the trigger of his paint gun point blank, neon pink paint splatters all over her. Looks like blood, but not quite the right shade. cue funky murder discovery music–– wait. He decides to play her game, for now– his judgement not set in stone. ] Can you beat me then, Arisu Yurika? All body parts must be covered.