[ His laughter cuts through her rage enough to snap her out of the fit. She crosses her arms and huffs, still clearly miffed but trying to keep it under control. He has a point that this reaction is probably what the potato wants, but her pride can only take so much.

It's not until he elaborates further that she starts to soften her stance, albeit only slightly. ]

Please don't misunderstand; one does not feel threatened by the result. A perfect stranger's opinion of which pairings are "perfect" are of little consequence to the reality of everyone's experiences.

[ Exhibit A: Lucifer and Zhongli. The two of them are Exhibit B, probably. ]

The game will continue, and we will reconsider our strategy. One just doesn't take kindly to being insulted.