"...Can you put me down?" Fafnir asked, trying to change the subject.
Victor looked at her.
"No."
Fafnir immediately turned her face toward him.
"WHAT?!"
"I'm not putting you down."
"YOU BASTARD!"
Victor laughed.
"I'm trying to win your heart, remember?"
She stared at him with an incredulous expression.
"AND WHAT DOES THAT HAVE TO DO WITH KEEPING ME ON YOUR LAP?!"
"The closer I stay, the more opportunities I have to talk to you."
"THAT MAKES NO SENSE!"
"It does to me."
Fafnir began struggling, but the chains still prevented her from moving her arms and legs fully.
Victor simply adjusted her position so she wouldn't slip.
"Besides, obtaining such a powerful Dragon-Slaying Sword requires quite a bit of dedication."
Fafnir stopped.
Her gaze darkened.
"...So that's what this is about."
Victor arched an eyebrow.
"What's what about?"
"All of this is because of a sword."
Her voice was low but filled with contempt.
Victor stared at her for a few seconds.
