"Why is the blonde trying to flirt with her?" Khan inquired.
"He wishes to express his feeling by courting her, once done—he'll mate with her and make the seed brith a spawn, leave the spawn with the caretaker, and move along with another poetical mate." Feng Jie remarked, "Your highness."
The maid who hears this conversation couldn't help but twitch her lips, "Your highness, perhaps he wishes to be with as in, love her?"
"Isn't pinning her and loving her the same thing?" Khan inquired.
"Objective-wise, yes. Loving is the softer and more humane form to describe the rather urge and natural feeling one has toward attraction." Feng Jie remarked, "Simply speaking."
"I understand." Khan replied, "Shame she's already has a boyfriend and cheating with another man as well."
"Like a black widow, mating and then killing of her mate and having another one. I wouldn't be surprised if he dropped dead soon." Feng Jie replied, "He smells like poison in the wine."
Suddenly the blonde dropped dead, startling the maid, who twitched her eye again.
"Likely wouldn't be able to trace the poison, unless they kiss her lips again. Then another one will drop." Khan spoke, "In any case, it seems this is a rather waste of time as well. Wanna get some milkshakes?"
"Milkshakes sound good, whip cream or double stuffed?" Feng Jie inquired.
"Both," Khan spoke.
"Okay then." Feng Jie agreed.