[Ai is certainly flushed, but insists stubbornly:] The temperature will cool off as the night progresses, and counteract my own.

I don't need to leave yet.

[For the first time, Ai is acting rather childish. He doesn't want to have to leave the carnival. It still intrigues him. In a softer tone, and with an almost worried look, Ai continues.]

... No one else can find out that I'm not real. [All concern is quickly masked with a scowl.]