Luka and Iris sat beside each other, listening to the growing sound of Mildred's voice, how it faintly trembled the more vigorously she shook the bed. Or how she called a certain name that drew strange glances from the dwarven princess.
She eventually couldn't help but mumble. "Are you sure you've never met Mildred? I've never seen her react to a male like that before... no, maybe she hasn't even shown such a reaction to females either."
'How to answer this...'
He imagined explaining everything to his would-be fiancée, with her frowning, slapping him in the face, and shouting at him because of his ridiculous story.
So, he decided to go with a half-truth, half-story facade that'd been his go-to so far.
"I don't think I would forget such a beautiful woman, especially one with such a unique atmosphere."
Almost instantly, Iris gripped his shirt and pulled him closer.
