Mm... I don't like either of those. I'll really only pout if you don't listen to me.

[or beat him into submission, but that's for another day.

milly can't help but laugh at the yawn, ducking her head for a moment as she giggles, but she's back with him soon enough, eyes shut as she finds his lips with hers, though barely. they're so close (to what? so much.) but she doesn't move towards him, whispering against his mouth.]

You didn't answer me, Isao... What if I order you to tell me what to do?