"You're going to wear that?" Aina asked, blinking.
"No way. You give a woman a ring and she's suddenly treating you like your mother," Leonel mumbled.
"What was that?"
"What was what?" Leonel smiled innocently.
Aina rolled her eyes. She didn't really care very much about what Leonel wore. She, herself, wasn't really fond of dressing up either. But she could see that this man was goading trouble.
This was an event that a lot of people were taking seriously and he was trying to go in sweatpants. Where was the propriety?
"You're just trying to poke and prod people into finding trouble with you."
"Guilty," Leonel grinned.
Aina smiled and chose to drop the matter. She was just trying to see something, and judging by Leonel's response, she understood his intentions.
Was it about trying to goad people into targeting him? Maybe a little bit, but that wasn't the whole of it.
