[Hopefully, his hesitation actually adds to this complicated lie. After all, such a 'horrible sounding disease' would be very hard to admit, wouldn't it. Nanao tosses his blonde locks flippantly, masking his slight step towards Flug. Out of the corner of his eyes, he sees the card and he expertly steals it. If Nanao is grateful for anything, it's years of tormenting his schoolmates and gathering secrets from them have given him very nimble fingers.

The card is palmed and Nanao opens his jacket, making a reasonable show of producing it from the inner pocket. He smiles and offers it.]

The mad Scientist bit is a little joke of mine. You know... how we deal with certain kind. But indeed, I am a qualified professional.

[Please ship the hell off.]