You would think, but the look on her face was one of sheer disbelief! I was incredibly convincing, wasn't I?

[ He says this delightfully, and he is trying to maintain an expression - one of many - that he hopes will not give way to his inner thoughts. His smile is broad and it stays that way until Noé asks the million dollar question. ...like dating, a couple?

Ugh. Vanitas wishes he didn't have to hear that from Noé himself, because that does something to him and it gets him to clear his throat all of a sudden. He mellows out again and addresses the question more casually. ]

Correct. To her, we, as of today, are dating.

[ And those thoughts of his are suddenly a lot more jumbled than his words may suggest. He sounds so sure, like he knows this is going to work out and that it's supposed to be nothing, but for him, this is more complicated than that, even if he thinks it's relatively simple. Vanitas would not call this love, nothing even remotely close to it. If whatever he feels (felt?) for Jeanne is romantic love, then Noé doesn't make him feel the same way. This can't be love. You don't trust love like this, and it isn't supposed to make you feel this safe. ]

Just go along with it, alright? It'll be over in a week and done before you know it.