“Bakura Ryou. I will forgive your decorum if you will forgive mine.” Shaking his hand firmly, she stepped back. In a strange mixture of cheerful firmness:

“I do not care about your problems with women. They are not relevant to the mission at hand, and seem to be entirely of your own making, albeit passively. If we could not discuss them for the rest of our day together, it would be very much appreciated.”

She couldn't be bothered to listen to Fandral's woes about love, and she considered him a friend. She was hardly going to continue listening to a stranger’s.