“What, when have I ever tricked you?” Gen asked, filled with false innocence. His voice nearly sang his words, light and playful. “You’re too suspicious of me, it’s as if you’re worried I’ll have you spill more secrets.”

Like when he tricked Senku into helping him figure out his birthday.

He hummed, folding his arms into his sleeves. “Yes, of course. I engineered this entire thing from the beginning.”