Outside Evie's room, the men began to chat after just standing there quietly for a long while.
"I guess I'll go check on our cooks, shall I?" Levy said. It was obvious the man just wanted to go and see the light fae and Zolan could already tell that he must be planning to flirt with her. So Zolan was quick to grab onto his collar the moment Levy took a step to leave.
"Read the atmosphere here, Levy," he said with a sigh, "the fae is obviously wary of us. Remember, our ancestors were one of the reasons why the faeries had been annihilated so her wariness against us is well and fully understandable."
"I'm not going to do anything!!" the man pursed his lips, sulkily turning his head away.
"She's already uncomfortable with the way you look at her, you bumbling idiot."
"Well, how could you guys blame me? She's so damned beautiful! I can't help but stare. It's you guys who are having a problem, really. How could you not stare at such a beauty?"
