I can't believe you just said with a straight face that you weren't condescending to me and then called me a walnut brain. Weren't you supposed to be good at this social thing?

[It's supposed to be an insult, and it is one, but the end of the "question" gets softened some by Kadoc actually . . . considering it as a question when he comes out with it. Is she? Maybe she's not, not nearly as much as he took for granted she must be, considering her success with things throughout the Singularities and his Lostbelt? But that's the thing she has, isn't it? Isn't that supposed to be How Fujimaru Ritsuka Can Still Win?

Why is she so weird and normal and awkward and tired instead?

Well, so is he. Kadoc sighs in a huff, looking at a spot on the ground somewhere to her left, arms tight.]

But anyway, that's not gonna work out. Sorry to disappoint you.

[There's a safe answer. He's confident in it. It isn't going to work out, due to the nature of this place and the natures of their respective relationships with the Servants here. This is honest enough, and it's a bonus that by giving it, he doesn't have to think about whether or not he would actually want to draw that boundary if he could.]