[he has the decency not to call fuuta on it, at least, but the corner of his mouth twitches up a bit more as he watches that reaction. see? nobody likes bugs.]

Lil' bit younger than she'd be, then... not by much.

[(twenty... three by now? four? it's difficult to keep track at times.)

the card comes out, and as fuuta buries his face in his hands, gregor does his very best to stifle a chuckle. oh, no. ohhh, of course some are that way.]

Getting a little personal there, eh? No shame in not wanting to say it.