“Maybe… but you’re not making much sense either.”
“When did I say that KID’s notes are mine? I said ‘the notes’!”
“…”
It took a moment for the detective to pull back the colorful language that immediately sprung to mind, and he licked his lips before continuing, expression dry, voice flat.
“Please believe me that I have prayed to be wrong about you being KID. Earnestly, even. It would give me so much pleasure to be chasing almost anyone else, because even I have difficulty believing, from time to time, that you could be the Kaitou KID. Just how is it that you can be so unbelievably obnoxious as yourself, and so incredibly suave as the phantom thief?”
“…honestly, either you’re a brilliant mastermind or I’ve completely lost it. I know that I’m right, which leaves the conclusion that you must be vastly talented, hence my respect and interest, but GOD I despise you equally as much as I admire you.”