"I don't enjoy banquets. You go." After boarding the carriage, Michaela said to Muria, her enthusiasm diminished now that their exhilarating oceanic battle journey had concluded and they were back on land, where opportunities for combat were significantly reduced.
"That... alright then!" Hearing Michaela refuse to attend the banquet, Muria, who had planned to show off his fiancée to the humans, could only sigh helplessly. If she didn't want to go, he wouldn't force her.
There was no need to persuade her. After all, attending a human feast would indeed be beneath Michaela. Muria would attend the banquet because he needed the humans' assistance for a certain matter.
