Give him the choir book

"Well, I have something for you."

Hannah brought out the choir book, and Imp immediately took it. His glare diminished as he recognized and recalled all the hymns and psalms he'd sung. It wasn't long before he reached the middle.

Between the pages was a small note, and he took it out of the book.

It read:

I think I like you.

—Lisa

Suddenly, her words had finally caught up to him, and it didn't take long for him to shut his eyes and let out an angry scream. He followed that up by slamming his fist into a mirror in his apartment, causing Hannah to nearly flinch in surprise.

It looked like he was about to cry, but Imp was quick enough to control himself and looked over at her. "I should've listened to her... and I sure as hell should've cut my legs off," he said.

A long, drawn-out sigh escaped his lips as Hannah patted his shoulder. "I think that's what my teachers refer to as a 'Napoleon complex'," she told him.

"That's exactly what I was going to bring up," he told her. "In fact, I need to win this tournament so that I could avoid such a pathetic fate," he added.

His words caused Hannah's frown to turn into a smile. Suddenly he scratched his head, "Oh yeah, about that pact that that Strauss fellow brought up with Marukka the other day, at least before you showed up. You ever got it on before?"

She was surprised by his words, but bit her lower lip and replied, "Well, no, obviously."

"As for me? I recalled sleeping with this really hot chick. I thought she was into me, but she dumped me when she found out I was much shorter without my stilts." Imp said.

"So what are you waiting for?" he asked.