"Cats are fine, Flauros used to take up the shape of a panther and curl on my feet," Roman remembers fondly. Better not ask about it. "But this one looks unsettling." Says the person who kept demons in his company, but he's oblivious to this. "I don't know, she wouldn't tell me," an indignant sniff, "She thinks I'll just tell everyone and ruin the surprise." She's not wrong when he's just told Waver.

Roman nods, understanding this could be hard. "There's an explanation for that," he says, thinking about the White Titan. A lot of the civilization built beforehand got wrecked and it got to start over. "Alcohol is fine, but I'll bring a cake too." It's one of the few things he likes to shamelessly indulge himself in.

"W-What you think so?" he gasps, pressing his hands to his still beating heart. Mari finally confessing? "But they have seen you not wearing those," he gestures with his whole Cool Professor lady killer attire. "Don't tell me you play wearing a suit." He doesn't believe you.