"Why are you suddenly calling me that?" Lillian asked huffing as she continued to run up the stairs.
"Calling you what?" He asked with pretend innocence.
"Saintess," Lillian said, stopping to take a breather with her hands around her waist. "You shouldn't be calling me that."
"And why not?" He asked, teasing her slightly.
"Because it is not what I am," Lillian said, running up the stairs again. "You are one of the only people that I do not mind not pretending around."
"I am honoured to be thought of so highly by the Saintess," Roman said, smiling brightly at her. "Oh, I mean, fairy godmother."
"You …" She huffed. "Just like to ... to tease me. Don't you?"
"I could say the same about you, don't you think?"
"Hahaha. Whatever." She rolled her eyes, finally getting to the top.
Fortunately for her, there is a doorway she has to enter through before she could get to the prisoner's room.
