Gotcha.

The smile on Hazama's face turned into a feigned affection that didn't quite match the mocking look in his eyes.

"You know exactly what I mean. Maybe you aren't such a bubbly little airhead after all, though -- I'm pretty sure that's considered one of your more redeeming qualities."

Head dipping down, he lowered his voice until it was little more than a whisper.

"You know, you don't have to do it... but if I were you, I'd hurry and make up my mind. The clock's ticking."