Moulin sighed. He expected this would happen. With a crease between his eyebrows, his silver eyes lifted to peek at the lord's clenched jaw.
Nordehl looked like he was choking. His face was pale and sure enough, his lungs refused to let air enter. He never wanted to look so pathetic in front of the Esteemed Lord Hadrian Hercullio, however, at this moment he could not help but become terrified.
"Hadrian..." Moulin called. Nervousness flickered in his silver eyes. He raised a hand to his shoulder and his fingers touched the rough fingers belonging to his lover. With a faint smile, Moulin spoke. "I agreed to join the mission..."
Golden pupils sharply gazed downwards to look at the bright pair of silver eyes that never failed to hook him. However, this time Hadrian was not swept by its gorgeousness. Instead, He narrowed his eyes. "I thought we just finished the conversation..."
