'I have my reasons. Do you accept?'
Silence followed, and Zephyrion felt a faint tension building in his chest.
The problem was, well, this approach wasn't without its risks either.
If Demorian refused, then all he would have accomplished was revealing his desire to speak with Ferravry, potentially making the ancestor even more suspicious of his intentions.
That was precisely why he'd offered something he hoped the perverted ancestor would find impossible to refuse.
'Come on… accept it.'
Eventually, Demorian chuckled.
'Haa, protege, you really do know how to make an old man interested. Fine, fine! When am I ever going to get another chance to watch you charm a young maiden? I accept!'
Zephyrion suppressed a smile.
'Good.'
With that settled, they both fell silent and waited for Possum to make his move.
Fortunately, they didn't have to wait long.
