Dion slowly stood up, his face trying hard not to twist because of what just happened.
"What is your name?" Marrie asked.
"Dion Kruz," answered calmly, Dion didn't reveal any sign of nervousness despite the hundreds of eyes on him.
He had honed his self-confidence with a phrase despite not talking to people — F**k strangers!
"What a strange name," Marrie muttered. Then she asked, "Have you reached the Majesty level of eye intent?"
Everybody's ears perked up
"No."
Everybody hissed at his reply but Rowan's eyes widened, while Marrie narrowed her eyes.
"Sit down." She waved her hand.
"Thank you, ma'am," he said and settled in his seat.
'Damn! That was just like everybody calling Peter, and expecting Paul to react instinctively.'
