"W-What?" Leron's face reddened almost like a tomato.
Sangfroid blurted it out without thinking. He immediately loathed himself for doing so. He wanted to take it back, but he can't.
What is wrong with him today? He keeps on doing the most irrational things.
"Nevermind, Your Highness..." He let go of the hand. "I know you do not want to. I just felt the urge to ask. I shouldn't have, I am sorry."
"Don't be sorry. It must be because of your feelings..." Leron said, looking a bit lost.
"Why would someone like you agree to such a thing, anyway?" Sangfroid looked down and chuckled bitterly, trying to emulate how normal conversations go, but failing to do so. "Take it as a joke, Your Highness. A mere jest. Or nothing at all. We should go---"
