(From Demetrius's Perspective)
She had been staring at me as I was eating. It was not uncomfortable, but the way she was calling me cute was frustrating. Why was she calling me cute? Was I not cool? Could she not call me cool or handsome? Anything was fine but why cute?
I did not remember doing anything so she could call me cute. Precisely saying, cute and I were two opposite things. There was no way anyone could call me cute. And I was sure that no one would call me that except the wife of mine.
She had a different view of things. She even called my blade cute. It was shocking. It was scary even for a knight.
Because of her, I had to sit on the bed to eat just so she could take a good look at my face while I ate.
"You're cute," she said. "But you take quite a lot of food in your mouth at once. How can you chew?"
"I take normal proportion. It's just you who takes too less," I said.
"It's just habit."
"Habit?"
