"When is your birthday?" Solis asked Noir.
"January," Noir replied. "Why do you ask?"
Solis sighed. "I'm looking for an excuse to throw a banquet," he replied. "January is a bit far."
"When is your birthday, then?" Noir asked curiously.
"March," Solis said.
Butler Hans cleared his throat politely. Solis raised an eyebrow at him.
"If I may make a suggestion, young masters," Butler Hans said. "You could consider announcing your engagement."
"That's not a bad idea," Solis murmured, tapping his chin thoughtfully. He eyed Noir apprehensively. "Do you mind?"
"Not at all," Noir replied with a smile. Pretend boyfriend, pretend fiancé – it was all the same to him, conceptually. Besides, he was vaguely aware of his own increasing interest in Solis, even beyond Solis's resemblance to his Master.
A surprised smile spread on Solis's usually cold face at Noir's easy acceptance, stunning both Noir and Butler Hans.
