'After all, they would probably just laugh at me while calling me ugly—'
Not even giving Frostella the chance to entertain such ridiculous thoughts, Romulus said, "It's just a few minor cuts on your face that just stubbornly refuse to go away. I will someday find something to help you, but even if I don't, I still think they make you look even cooler and sexier than you already were. Worrying about them all the time is silly, especially when I'm the only one whose opinion you should care about."
Frostella was briefly taken aback by his unintentionally sweet words, but her shock quickly morphed into a cheeky playfulness as she twiddled with his long black hair. Her head lay sideways on his as she used her powers to float as if she were lying on her side. Speaking up unusually softly, she said, "And here I thought I was the only possessive one… But it seems like I was sorely mistaken about that, my Romulus~ I will convert you—that much, I promise~"
