His fingers missed an entire two steps this time, a barely visible twitch in their movement and at the corner of his mouth. The lght from the laptop seemed to suddenly hit his glasses in a gleam of glaring light, his teeth grinding faintly.

"Do not be absurd, Fujioka. Of course this is a dream. As to how I view the host club, that is a very naive view of things. Just as I would expect from you. There are more meanings than those most obvious, in the world of dreams." His tone was as condescendingly dismissive as always. Psychoanalyzing his own dream? Fine. It would be a distraction from his frustrations, if only temporary.