['Cutie'. Related to 'cute', he guesses. He's vaguely reminded of succubi in the castle who were very fond of circling him, roguishly teasing and touching and cooing even though most among them knew he didn't much care for a woman's flesh.
The fruit softens whatever disdainful remark he would have normally let fly.]
My dear woman~, such flattery will get you nowhere.
[Oh, but it does amuse him. He laughs, inexplicably feeling as if he has known her for quite some time.]
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The fruit softens whatever disdainful remark he would have normally let fly.]
My dear woman~, such flattery will get you nowhere.
[Oh, but it does amuse him. He laughs, inexplicably feeling as if he has known her for quite some time.]
...My name is Isaac.