[The downside of not being an actual mage who's inherited fifteen generations' worth of magic circuits was that Dazai was more susceptible to drain. At the moment, it wasn't noticeable - Bedivere hadn't needed to fight and he spent most of their walk in his spirit form. As it was, Dazai could dismiss his craving for something to chew on as the after-effect of that very long meandering route back to the Agency.]

Can't I appreciate Ellis' refreshing charms up close?

[Yeah, he wasn't about to correct Kunikida's assumption in favor of looking on brand. There were more people in the office now, and this was a good excuse as any to let Bedivere recharge however so slightly. Shame that arm was a dead weight; Dazai would've wanted to twirl him just because. Or Dazai could be the one twirled. He proceeded to do just that with a cheeky lift of Bedivere's hand above his head.]

It's not every day I find a good-looking man taller than me.

Now: who's looking into the murder back at the train station?