Nico huffs, crossing her legs as she twirls a lock of hair around her finger, a silly habit she picked up from a certain red haired composer. "Flattery will get you nowhere, Nozomi," she says frankly. But really, it can probably get anyone a few ways if it stroked Nico's ego the right way.

"Wherever is fine," she shrugs. "I'm going to have to keep you company either way, aren't I?"