[Sync certainly takes every opportunity to touch her that he can, letting his fingers linger as they brush long the sides or back of her hand--and clever as it otherwise seems, perhaps the deputy headmaster's charm can't differentiate between Sync's intention to push Miho's boundaries and make her uncomfortable, and the more normal reasons a boy his age would have to want to touch a pretty girl's hands as much as possible.]

Heh. No gift-giving from you either, I thought as much. It just goes to show that you're even more like me than you're willing to admit. And who would want anything from... [he struggles for a half-second, but the charm won't let him say trash]...anyone like us anyway?

[He gives a shrug that seemed light-hearted, trailing a fingertip over the curve of her wrist as he hands over another lovely spun-glass bauble.]

Even if you wanted to, you don't have any friends to give presents to...unless you count Ion, who shouldn't count at all, because he wants to be everyone's friend. You're not special to him. Not any more than anyone else.

[A smile comes to his face, and once again, it's chilling how much he looks like his brother, and how utterly empty of malice or spite the expression is...which is a marked contrast to the true meaning of his words, despite their equally pleasant-sounding tone.]

Now there's someone I wouldn't mind giving a present of my own to...