"Tsk. That innocent look on your face is infuriating, just in case you don't know."
"Milord," After clearing my throat, believing this negotiation could still ensue, I took another step forward. However, after taking a step forward, he took a step back.
Right, he didn't like my odor.
"I think it's impossible to attain romance with your food. But, perhaps, I can help?" I beamed him a smile, casting him a hopeful look.
I knew he was just being greedy. But it was impossible for him to have a romance with his food. Even nobles wouldn't eat their pets, and they hold a proper funeral for them.
Ironic that noble pets had proper burials when peasants didn't.
"Help?" Samael raised his brows once again. His weary expression told me this was my chance to explain my plans. Thinking of Old Olly's advice and the lessons I had learned from my father's stories, I truly thought that I could help him.
