Lilia paused at his question, her crimson eyes locking onto his. Astron's expression remained unreadable, his voice as cool and detached as ever, but there was something beneath the surface—something subtle. His dark purple eyes, distant yet sharp, held a glint of curiosity, faint but present.
It made sense. Astron was observant, more so than most people gave him credit for. He must have noticed how she had carried herself throughout the night, how she had played the game differently than usual. And now, he was curious.
Lilia exhaled, tilting her head slightly. "You really do like watching people, don't you?" she mused, her voice quieter now, less guarded.
Astron didn't blink. "Observing," he corrected. "People are predictable if you pay attention."
A small smirk tugged at Lilia's lips. "And what? You think I wasn't acting like myself?"
