Solis stared at Tygr in shock – it was like staring into a mirror after someone had done a strange makeover for yourself – and it was at this moment that Solis finally and completely understood Noir's initial fascination with him and why Noir had kept asking him strange questions.
"Hello, Tygr," Solis murmured. "Or should I call you Master like my Noir does? After all, he thinks of you as his family elder, and I would be perfectly happy to respect that as his fiancé."
Tygr chuckled. "There really is no need to be so possessive, Solis," he said lightly. "I have no designs on your little Noir – in fact I am very happy that the baby I raised has fully grown up now and found himself a suitable partner who he adores, and who cherishes him in return."
