Airi felt like her senses had been heightened, because although Airi had her back to him, she could tell everything Victor was doing by her hearing alone. The slosh of liquid meant he was pouring himself another drink, the sound that followed was him swallowing the magical alcohol. Funny how aware she seemed to be now that her mind had gone so blank.

She felt like a muggle computer in standby mode, she was still on, still working, but her mind was a complete blank. It was a survival trick, one that let the girl retreat into herself when her emotions became too much for her.

Victor was coming closer to her again, she could hear his footsteps, and even in her strangely blank state, she felt herself tense up in preparation for another verbal attack. Had she thought he would kiss her? Yes, yes she totally had, she had been expecting it, and she had, for that one second, welcomed it. He didn't have to make fun of her, she had already berated herself enough, thank you.

He was right behind her and as he leaned in closer, Airi managed to pull herself enough from her broken state to pay his words heed. Did she want him to kiss her? That was a question Airi didn't want to answer. Not for herself and certainly not for him. So she ignored it, kept her back to him, gritted her teeth and said nothing.