"I am sorry?" Lillian asked, eyes widening. "Could you repeat that please?"
He did not repeat it as he looked into her eyes, "I could drown in them."
"Right. How about dinner, your majesty?" Lillian asked, "After that, we could take a stroll in the garden."
"The garden? Why would you like to go to the garden?"
"Well, I do have a plant there. That I ... planted."
"You know, Lillian." He began, sitting down on the chair as he put his legs up on the table. "I heard from someone that you have been going to the garden more often."
Marcus leaned over and poured wine on the table into a cup as he began to drink.
"Oh yeah," Lillian said, smiling up at him. "My plants just might bloom tomorrow and I am so excited."
"Is it your plants that you are excited about or ... could it be something else?"
"Like what?" Lillian asked, chuckling to herself.
"Like meeting someone." He said, eyes burning into her skull.
