Luke's taunting of Anastacia came to an end. The 'little girl' was visibly crimson with anger, a sight that Luke oddly found endearing, akin to that of a pampered child. Unbeknownst to most, Luke had an uncanny knack for managing such behavior; he couldn't help but acknowledge this.
With a composed clearing of his throat, he at last received an explanation from Lily. In that moment, a profound realization dawned on Luke. 'I understand now. She's not as spoiled as I initially presumed.' However, Lily refrained from broaching the subject of Anastacia's age, for even she found it difficult to believe.
"Is that the truth, young one?" Luke inquired of Anastacia.
Yet, the young girl remained silent, opting instead to cross her arms, avert her gaze, and finally emit a subtle "hmph."
