[Trish finds slime are fascinating as long as they aren't touching her. No that she's seen any besides Hinata and the rare glimpses of Rachel, but they share way too many traits with things she finds gross, all combined into a single entity. But the more Hinata just acts like a painfully normal and boring boy, the more she finds herself relaxing a little, although she keeps her fluffy tail swept close and away from his flubbery borders.

She turns her head slightly to meet Hinata's gaze, green versus green, her hands cradling her teacup on the shelf of her knees.

Very prim and proper, because she's all business now.]

Picture this: you assist me in setting up the groundwork for dazzling performances. Contrary to what the movie world showed you, I'm not a brute by trade. In reality, I'm a musician.

[Like, she can go the melee route if she has to. Just like Hinata can be anything and everything people ask of him. As the situation demands. Anyways:]

If you're opposed, I won't pressure you. But I figured there was a kernel of truth in the role you played, and it certainly wasn't the part where you actually had a spine.

[Wow???]

I'll compensate you, of course. Interested?