As Emerick met with King Jerome, Liron and Jemma explored the town outside the count's estate. Liron wasn't sure he was a fan of this 'Lucille' persona Jemma had concocted. It was proving to be quite embarassing.
"Is my sweet darling boy here not the most adorable child you have ever saw?" She exclaimed in that heavy accent of hers as she spun him around as though he was a five year old. "Momma could just spoil you rotten!"
"Could you stop treating me like I'm five?" Liron grumbled as he felt the stares of the people around them. "I'm a grown man now!"
"Oh sugar," Jemma tapped his nose and patted his head, "I would hardly call you an adult! Now let your momma buy you some sweets!"
Liron's ears twitched as he heard the whispers spread through the crowd of passing bystanders. Yeah, not even a full hour and he'd pretty much lost all street cred. That wouldn't be hard to repair. Nope.
