You obviously think I am a failure at containing my-

[Hayame chokes on the wording, her cheeks growing annoyingly brighter.]

My maidenly nature.

[... The blushing. He says he wasn't, he looks confused, but Hayame doesn't look confused at all, her conclusion one that made perfect sense in her own head.]

The worst types of people are the most common sort of people- if you ask me.

[If that was how he wanted to phrase it, she could do that. (She hasn't kicked him yet, she tells herself, only because it would look absolutely foolish if she had to roll on her belly and lash out clumsily to do so.)]