Hisha bit on his bottom lips, refusing to burst into laughter, knowing it was just about hard for Kritz to speak so formally to Mich when calling on his attention.
'Call him by the usual, he doesn't need his title!' Hisha urged in his thoughts.
[You're enjoying this]
'Obviously!'
Mich looked to the Vandrik, raising a brow to his pointed finger below.
There was silence as all harem members had their attention fixated above, keen on the source of the delay in starting the tournament.
'The tournament, I must be delaying the event.' Mich gulped, rushing over to the available seat given to him.
Patting on the armrest, Hisha had a wicked grin as he watched Mich sit at the edge of the chair in an uncomfortable setting, fiddling with his fingers.
"Does my presence disturb you?" Hisha leaned a little to the side to whisper in Mich's ear as he watched Kritz give a brief introduction to the rest of the harem below.
"Disturb?" Mich repeated, his heart pounding with all seriousness.
