"Say, if I abduct you now, will you hate me?"
I scrunched my nose up in dismay, a little taken aback at Sven's greeting. It made me wonder whether the wire in his head was plugged properly or whether there was a mixed up.
"Is that how you greet others good night in your homeland?" I asked in dismay, only to receive a chuckle as a reply.
"I just suddenly had this thought of abducting you." My frown deepened as he sat comfortably on the railing. "But I still need to ask to be polite."
"Who in the world would ask their victim before they victimized them?"
"Me?"
"Goodness…" I pinched the space between my brows, as I couldn't believe I was worried for him.
"So?"
"Are you seriously asking that question?" I snapped my eyes at him when he urged. Much to my dismay, Sven nodded with an almost innocent expression only a child could wear.
