Mika smiled wryly and answered simply.
"It's only natural. With time, you get better at anything...Practice makes perfect, after all."
At that word her head jerked, and her eyes lit with suspicion. She leaned back slightly, staring hard at him.
"Practice? What do you mean, practice?...Who exactly were you practicing with, Mika?"
Her tone sharpened into that of a nosy interrogator, and she narrowed her eyes with the curiosity of a mother grilling her son.
"Hey, I know you're popular with girls. Don't think I don't notice. So tell me, who have you been practicing with? Which girl? What are their names? Don't tell me you were satisfied with just one either, knowing how you are!"
Mika only shook his head with a faint smile. "That's not something I can say."
Her suspicion deepened into outrage. She jabbed her finger into his chest, eyes glinting.
