"Do you like me, Aldric?" She suddenly blurted out her question like a casual statement. Her confidence was unmatched as she maintained her unwavering eyes locked with his.
For a second, his body movements wavered as he scoffed in ridicule at her words, but the flutter of his lashes and the glint in his eyes said otherwise to his disbelieving countenance.
"Rather than talking gibberish, why don't you take a bath quickly so I can put you in your detaining room?" Aldric implied with an exasperated sigh.
"I'll go on, I feel disgusting anyway." She muttered indistinctly as she proceeded toward the washroom, but then she halted as she turned around to face him.
Extending her shackled hands toward him, she said "Won't you unshackle me? I won't do magic."
