Angela was still fidgeting in his lap and so as the old man who had bowed already from past fifteen minutes but Asbeel did not speak a word to any of them.
"Asbeel" finally Angela spoke after what felt like an eternity.
"Hmm" he replied casually "Continue eating," he ordered and Angela looked at him, with a confused frown on her face. Could he not see the man bowing there. How was she supposed to eat sitting on his lap in front of an old man?
"Listen to me and do what I say, little angel. Or, do you want me to feed you?" he smirked and Angela pressed her lips into a thin line. Feeding each other was actually on her list but she didn't like to do that this way; not when he was in his Antarctic state, not when he was being like this.
"I-I'll eat," she replied. She picked up his cutlery and started eating off his plate.
Their position was a little awkward. Angela never ate this way before, and the scrutinising peeks of the man, made it harder.
