Ranmaru crossed her arms and sighed. Sayuri seemed to be enjoying this, but even if she didn't know Seiichi that much, she'd have guessed that Seiichi might act diffferently under the same circumstances. The mind was a plaything of the body, and hopefully it wouldn't do in whatever was left of Sayuri's masculinity.

Godwin looked at Ranmaru, raising an eyebrow. "Do you want to have a shot?" he asked.

She sighed again. Maybe it was a way to find out if Sayuri wasn't just enjoying her role too much. It was time for Prince Ranmaru to shine. With a cocky grin that contrasted with her own nervousness, Ranmaru strode to the chair confidently. From the sparkling gaze that defined just about every girl paying attention to her, she could tell that still had it.

"Princess Sayuri, we can only hope to impress your pure, pure heart." Going down on one knee, Ranmaru held Sayuri's hand. It was soft, and smooth. It was just a month ago when she recalled her male, human self holding Seiichi's hand for a moment before being told off. It was rough.

Which led to her next point.

"Your hands feel so soft. I could hold onto it for the rest of eternity if I spend it with you." Her mind immediately regretted it after her lips touched the back of Sayuri's hand.