'fuhh… D*mned be those famous rights…' — Trying to caress his nose with hers, Marianne cursed with a pained frown. Attempting to reach him again even if forcefully, for there was more he wanted to convey while her desire only ached for his grazes. — ' You used to not care… and now we both wonder about it…'
"Honestly so… I am forcing myself into a deathly abysm of patience, my Lady…"
"…"
"Do you have a clue as to why that is? That I continue to force myself…?"
'No…'
"… You don't?"
'No… I don't… I don't know…' — Keeping close as she denied with a drowsy demeanour, Zeleskiaz smirked at the adorable ways of the lady. Waiting as enchanted as his love became when close, by the romanticism his soothing whispers provoked in her core. — 'So please… please tell me…'
