Aselia's eyes followed his gaze and settled on the painting she had made of him before replying: "Don't flatter yourself, it's not my fault that you have been bestowed with such exquisite features that the artist in me couldn't help but draw you." Her orbs shifted back to his as a smirk played on her lips.
"Ahhh, and here I thought you had missed me. The painting is beautiful. Am I honestly that handsome? Or you were in a mood to exaggerate?" He didn't want to take his eyes off her for even a second. Her golden locks flowed all over her shoulders and neck.
"Do you want me to praise you more, Master?" Her mocking tone sent him into fits of laughter. How he had missed hearing her take jibes at him.
"I just wanted to hear your voice."
"Seriously, where have you been?" Her tone had taken a grave turn.
"There was something urgent I needed to take care of."
