[ It makes sense, really. Her infectious charm isn't a part of her succubus allure, though it certainly adds to it. She has the kind of personality that draws people in... and whether that's because it helps in finding suitable prey or just a natural, individual trait... well, it hardly matters.
It's predictable enough that she would get hit on by others at some point. Some of the male Servants are hardly subtle about their desires, be it a bombastic celt or a troublesome teddybear followed closely behind by a Greek Goddess. Their antics are annoying, of course, but easier to manage when you know what to expect.
As such, even if one of them approached her, his annoyance is at least manageable. He knows Ai, knows her too well, even. For a succubus, she's pickier than you'd expect. Any attempt at wooing her is destined for failure... so with that in mind, the more womanizing Servants are—ironically—the safest in his mind. He doesn't have to worry about them... hell, they typically end up facing their just deserts entirely on their own anyway.
...The problems arise, however, with the exact opposite kind of guy. ]
"Hey, enjoying yourself?"
[ The dark-skinned, white-haired, red-cloaked Archer who is such a common presence here in the cafeteria. Particularly in the kitchen, where he exists as one of the leading presences. Undoubtedly, that man—so reminiscent of a certain swordsmith—played a considerable part in the creation of the confections that Ai is enjoying right now... a collaborated effort between the Queen of Brittania and one of the nine-tailed fox's tails, most likely.
Oberon can tell with just a glance. There's no concerning intent behind his approach. He greets Ai seeking only to gain her insight on the sweets, a claim that they aren't his specialty—despite their clear high quality—and would thus benefit from a detailed opinion. A perfectly simple, nonthreatening interaction...
...and yet he finds himself infuriated. Inexplicably, his mind registers this Servant as more of a threat than any womanizer. The only thing worse than this would've been that incubus showing up, though fortunately there appears to be no rush whatsoever for a meetup between similar beings.
Objectively, there should be no danger here... he really shouldn't care who she talks to, who she chatters so cheerfully with... he shouldn't care. He doesn't care. He's fine...
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It's predictable enough that she would get hit on by others at some point. Some of the male Servants are hardly subtle about their desires, be it a bombastic celt or a troublesome teddybear followed closely behind by a Greek Goddess. Their antics are annoying, of course, but easier to manage when you know what to expect.
As such, even if one of them approached her, his annoyance is at least manageable. He knows Ai, knows her too well, even. For a succubus, she's pickier than you'd expect. Any attempt at wooing her is destined for failure... so with that in mind, the more womanizing Servants are—ironically—the safest in his mind. He doesn't have to worry about them... hell, they typically end up facing their just deserts entirely on their own anyway.
...The problems arise, however, with the exact opposite kind of guy. ]
"Hey, enjoying yourself?"
[ The dark-skinned, white-haired, red-cloaked Archer who is such a common presence here in the cafeteria. Particularly in the kitchen, where he exists as one of the leading presences. Undoubtedly, that man—so reminiscent of a certain swordsmith—played a considerable part in the creation of the confections that Ai is enjoying right now... a collaborated effort between the Queen of Brittania and one of the nine-tailed fox's tails, most likely.
Oberon can tell with just a glance. There's no concerning intent behind his approach. He greets Ai seeking only to gain her insight on the sweets, a claim that they aren't his specialty—despite their clear high quality—and would thus benefit from a detailed opinion. A perfectly simple, nonthreatening interaction...
...and yet he finds himself infuriated. Inexplicably, his mind registers this Servant as more of a threat than any womanizer. The only thing worse than this would've been that incubus showing up, though fortunately there appears to be no rush whatsoever for a meetup between similar beings.
Objectively, there should be no danger here... he really shouldn't care who she talks to, who she chatters so cheerfully with... he shouldn't care. He doesn't care. He's fine...
No he isn't.]