After this it was clear that Mirai couldn't lie well to her at all. There was no mistaking the way he looked uncomfortable; his lips were pressed with frustration and his shoulders bowed with pressure. But in spite of it, he would try to lie anyway. He was prepared to twist this way and that, but he was thinking about it too much - enough that the words came out straight.

"Once or twice."

And at least every other month, he thought bitterly.