There are many ways he could have expected Akane to respond to what he said--the smile at his praise is one, but her naming not only himself and Dirk, but also herself, a pervert decidedly was not.
For a long beat, he's left staring down at her, bewildered and a little dumbstruck by her casual use of the term, and what more she reveals. Well did he know about her and Connie, having played witness to the technology running afoul, but he was not quite aware of Akane's shortsighted view of such relationships.
...Perhaps that's unkind, but he figures her ignorance is truly that, than something more malicious. If not for them being in the middle of a heist, perhaps he'd take some time to have a dialogue with her about it, but now is not the time.
"...Indeed, there are those who are possessed of close-minded beliefs towards those whom dare to differ from what they mistakenly preceive as a social norm. They are scant the example to follow." He offers softly as he gathers himself from his astonishment, his eyebrows settling from their prior skyward position.
"Nevertheless, I would not name us perverts, but that is a conversation for another time." As he speaks, his voice is gentle and measured, lacking any animosity or judgment.
The cofagrigus who has been standing behind Akane this whole time, still as a statue, finally moves around her to lay flat on the ground, lid open. Solus' gaze falls to it, and then the netted Golurk, his eyebrows ticking upward in thought. With a pointed flick of his eyes from the Rotom to the Golurk, the net is released and retracted.
"My apologies for disposing of your Golurk, but shall we meet on the battlefield once more, I am afraid you will be treated to an encore. 'Tis nothing personal. Yet, I will not seek you out to stop you in your quest of becoming a heroine. So, I suggest affording me a wide breadth, and I shall offer you the same courtesy."
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For a long beat, he's left staring down at her, bewildered and a little dumbstruck by her casual use of the term, and what more she reveals. Well did he know about her and Connie, having played witness to the technology running afoul, but he was not quite aware of Akane's shortsighted view of such relationships.
...Perhaps that's unkind, but he figures her ignorance is truly that, than something more malicious. If not for them being in the middle of a heist, perhaps he'd take some time to have a dialogue with her about it, but now is not the time.
"...Indeed, there are those who are possessed of close-minded beliefs towards those whom dare to differ from what they mistakenly preceive as a social norm. They are scant the example to follow." He offers softly as he gathers himself from his astonishment, his eyebrows settling from their prior skyward position.
"Nevertheless, I would not name us perverts, but that is a conversation for another time." As he speaks, his voice is gentle and measured, lacking any animosity or judgment.
The cofagrigus who has been standing behind Akane this whole time, still as a statue, finally moves around her to lay flat on the ground, lid open. Solus' gaze falls to it, and then the netted Golurk, his eyebrows ticking upward in thought. With a pointed flick of his eyes from the Rotom to the Golurk, the net is released and retracted.
"My apologies for disposing of your Golurk, but shall we meet on the battlefield once more, I am afraid you will be treated to an encore. 'Tis nothing personal. Yet, I will not seek you out to stop you in your quest of becoming a heroine. So, I suggest affording me a wide breadth, and I shall offer you the same courtesy."