Ailorus's message was perfectly clear: 'Serve me well, please me well, and your lord will have a grand reward for you!'
Westheid suspected Ailorus had understood his intentions all along. Even without any conditions, he could have borrowed the Thousand Laws Ceremony. At a time like this, what was there to distinguish between what was his and what was hers?
She was just using this as an opportunity to indulge her own particular tastes.
Duke Qinghui was happy to play along. If he could coax Ailorus into a good mood, they could settle the matter amicably.
It was definitely not because he was getting worked up himself! Definitely not!
"Come now, West. Lie down here."
Ailorus said, patting her lap.
When they were alone in the past, they often gave each other lap pillows. Whenever Westheid rested his head on the Elf Lolita's lap, she would get into character, lavishing him with gentleness and care. It was a form of roleplaying.
