"Emilia, answer my question first," Noel demanded, his voice low and insistent.
Emilia looked down at her clasped hands, nervously twisting her fingers together, and then blinked up at Noel. "Your question?"
"So you've forgotten my question? Hmm?" Slowly, Noel bent forward, placing both his hands on either side of her chair, causing Emilia to instinctively move back as he drew closer. His intense gaze bore into her, making her feel like a deer caught in headlights. "My little princess, it's easy to say that age makes no difference in a love relationship, but when one finds themselves in such a situation, I believe your thoughts might be different. Would you consider being in a relationship with someone much older than you?"
