"Well, you were the one left the door open," Ken told Youji - the logic, to his eyes, was watertight. "And I can't be a home-wrecker, you're in an office."

The girl he liked the look of, though. Probably because she didn't want him to go away and it was always nice to have someone watching his back, round Youji... He smiled at her, letting the hand holding the hat fall by his side.

(Weird: she didn't seem like the usual type of woman Youji went for at all, insofar as there was a type there. Youji's taste in girls was, admittedly, omnivorous, but he didn't tend to have much time for girls who basically casually owned the Hell out of him then acted like it was no big deal. He wondered who this girl was and if she'd really existed.)

"Okay," he said, as if it really was that simple. "I'll be a client, then. What kind of cases do you take?"