Having said that, Lucas Walker lifted his hand, reached toward the cage, and touched King Arthur's mane.
Ivana Bennett couldn't even imagine that Lucas Walker's movements didn't provoke any dissatisfaction from King Arthur.
The creature that had been fiercely aggressive toward her just moments before, now seemed to be enjoying the touch of his hand on its mane, much like a large cat – its eyes squinted slightly, reminding Bennett of how her little Snowball relished her strokes.
Turning his head, Walker noticed the surprise on her face and, with a slight smile, asked, "Would you like to pet him?"
"Me?" Ivana looked at King Arthur, "Can I?"
When she was a child, she always dreamed of the vast African savannah and admired the dominant lions on the plains. This was her first time being so close to such a creature, and to say she didn't want to take this chance would be a lie.
"Of course." Lucas Walker walked towards a door nearby and instructed, "Bring the mask."
