"So? You're going to take it back?" I pout my lips and open my eyes trying to act cute.
"Don't do that. I'm not falling for that face." He says.
"Ugh! So you want your slice of cake back? What kind of a king loves sweet things? What kind of a king are you, seriously?"
"Kiva, I'll take the person who made the cake and lock them up just to make it for you alone if you so much love the cake. You can have my slice and yours too." He slides my cake back to me and I can't help the grin that climbs upon my face.
"But don't lock up anybody!" I say as I suddenly realize what he first said. "What kind of King locks up people just so they can bake cakes for one person?" I mutter as I begin to eat my sweet cake.
"The kind of King who would do even worse things for your sake." He says and I lift my head from my cake to meet his gaze. He'd do worse things for my sake? What does that mean?
