«I've never said I dislike the bound,» Leo exclaims. «Why do you think so? Have I ever given you any motive to assume it?»
«No,» I whisper, taken back. «I meant... You... You don't like being controlled by this thing, do you? It's only natural.»
«What about you?»
«I do prefer having a choice, Leo. But it's not too bad because you're nearby. And sometimes I do have a choice.»
What I wanted to say is that, maybe, he doesn't like me. I'm such a fool: if it was the case, Leo wouldn't want to talk about it regardless. What passed through my mind? I'm just annoying him.
«I do not care about choosing,» he whispers. His arm's clench around my waist tightens, and I raise my eyes to look at him. «It's fine like this.»
Is it?
«Are you sure?»
«What's happening to you?» he chuckles.
«Aren't you displeased that I'm human?»
