Pristine giggles at Darcia's question, but the Dragoness is not pleased with the delay on the answer, snapping her fingers to demand a prompt response.
Stopping her playfulness, Pristine looks a bit tense, hinting with her body language that she is aware of how lethal is the current Headmistress of Tiaone.
"I have my reasons… , Is that good enough to satiate your curiosity?".
"In other circumstances, it would have been more than enough, or utterly unnecessary, but that is not the case right now".
{Did something happened herr when we were out?… , No, It must be related to Darcia's previous comment, she asked me if I had purposely deviated to fuck Pristine, and while it is true that I intervene to hinder the original route we should had take… , Our final destination was technically an accident…}
