Azier looked at Zephyra with piercing, suspicion. This was a trap, wasn't it?
When in doubt, don't let any words out, right?
He just stared blankly at the fierce, lovely lady before him, who was looking at him with complete sincerity.
"Uhhhh...." He hesitated and looked around as though Ilsandra were waiting to pounce on him and slap his face the moment that he said something remotely wrong.
"The great Prince Al'Hazier is speechless? That's surprising," Zephyra said, and rose into the air in order to cross one long leg over the other in order to sit lady-like and continue to stare into his eyes with nothing but challenge blazing in their pretty purple orbs.
"This feels like a trap..." he began carefully. "I am terrified this is a pop quiz. Do I get to use any notes or ask for hints here? I'm terrified, aroused, and intrigued all at once and I don't know how to feel about it."
