(Whatever Masaomi says. It's fine for him to think that when all Aoba is doing is mouth-feeding him lies. He's got a feeling he wouldn't walk out of this room alive should the boy somehow learn about his plan to overthrow Mikado.

It hurts, it stings, but Aoba's been through worse, and he's dealing spetacularly with how ridiculously painful it is to cut the sole of one's foot.

At the last remark, Aoba can't help but snort, roll his eyes a little, before returning to the usual saccharine self, only tainted a little by the pain.)

You know, Masaomi-senpai, you should stop trying to sound like that hyena. You're better than that, and quite sincerely, you're no good at reading people at all.