Man, lady needs subtlety. A lot of it. I'm not interested in you, Miss... Mitsuko? Mi-something. Not important. Don't have time, not my type, stuff like that.
So please stop leaning over my desk every chance you get. You've got cleavage. I can see it perfectly well without you shoving it in my face.
Speaking of women, Father's been looking for prospective brides for me. I'm not ready, for the better of my future or not. I'm not, and call me shallow, but if he does find me a girl, I hope she's not ugly. Or, you know, really damn annoying.
At least I don't like anyone yet.
Back to work, before Father catches me slacking.