[ Distracted by Sanji's match theory problems, he's reluctantly goaded back into being helpful instead of being moody, turning thoughtful. He sets his chair back down, lining up the tops of the strawberries he's eaten on the lid of the carton. ]

Well, then... it doesn't really matter who your match is, right? As long as your feelings are genuine, that's what matters.

[ He hunts around for the next best strawberry, thinking about what Ritsuka had told him. ]

I don't think there's anything wrong with that... those two things being separate, that is. [ It's simple to Josuke; he came into the game having a firm boundary between who his match was and who he might like personally. He knows the two probably weren't going to be the same, just looking at the odds. But, he approaches a lot of things statistically. ] For the sake of the game, though, I bet matches have to do with balance.