"Ermm... I'm afraid that's one of the reasons I came. Glad you already know, and judging by your cool appearance, you don't seem to mind," Rafael said with a strained smile, his hands sweating as he clutched the hem of his dress.
"Am I?" Mateo replied, glancing at Antonio, who could only chuckle in response to Mateo's words.
"Now, get our little boy a chair so he doesn't collapse," Mateo instructed, and Antonio moved swiftly to comply.
Rafael didn't know why, but whenever he was in front of Mateo, his legs always felt limp, as though he couldn't walk. Right now, he sat down in the chair in front of Mateo with sweat beading on his forehead.
"Now, back to the question you asked. What do you say? Do you want me to feel okay with it or not?" Mateo asked, crossing his legs, looking at Rafael with a cloud of tobacco smoke in his mouth, which he removed as he spoke.
