[My god, he really is coming onto her. Perona leans back in her chair, waffling over wanting to slam her journal shut - because HAHA YOU WISH, BRO - or continuing the game. She hasn't had the opportunity for this level of playful flirting, no, but at the same time, she doesn't want to make herself out to be some kind of gross hussy. She's a lady, thank you very much.]

Oh, but I have a rather fulfilling life without such a scepter, Masaomi-kun. ...I'm afraid you'll have to pawn it off to another princess. [SHOT DOWN, BANG BANG.]