"I like Cosette, Sir, and she likes me. So, we agreed we should date." Maxen kept his eyes on Conrad's back, watching the latter turn around with two glasses in his hands. "She wants to keep it a secret from you for now... because she knows you'll restrict us from having some time alone."
"I see..." Conrad rocked his head, sauntering towards the head seat. When he plopped his butt down, he looked up at Maxen and tipped his head to the other couch. "Come, sit."
Maxen gulped and nodded. As instructed, Maxen perched on the long couch, lowering his eyes when Conrad slide the glass in front of him. He raised his head at Conrad, and saw the latter lean back, resting his leg over the other while holding the glass.
"Then, why did you tell me?" asked Conrad to Maxen calmly, knowing the young man wasn't lying. "If she told you to keep it a secret, why are you here and knocking on death's door?"
"As I've mentioned, I like her... and I plan to marry her someday."
