"I am sorry, I wasn't myself," Faris quietly said to Aiko.
"It's no matter." She tried to keep the disappointment away from her voice, unable to meet his eyes.
"You are jealous," he sheepishly whispered, leaning closer to her.
"Pfft! Of some imaginary creatures. I am sure if I were to drool over some unseen Fae prince, you wouldn't be jealous at all," Aiko retorted, and Faris had to suppress a laugh.
"Fair, but I wasn't myself. Princess Lotus has some powerful powders in her arsenal. No one can fight their compulsion. I found out the wrong way."
He paused and then pleaded.
"I will make it up to you. I promise. Please!"
A tiny smile crept up on Aiko's lips seeing her grovelling mate.
"Don't let him get off the hook so quickly, Aiko. Make him beg you and fall at your feet," Siroos leaned in and interjected, keeping his promise to Faris that when his time would come, he would tease him ten times more.
