Demorian was grinning from ear to ear. "Oh, don't tell me my cold-stone protege actually missed me."
"I didn't."
"Then what was that look? You missed me! I saw it!"
"…what look?"
Zephyrion's expression had already frozen over, not a trace of warmth left on his face.
Demorian scoffed.
"Nice try, my protege, but too late. This ancestor has the evidence right here."
Pointing towards his head, he casually waved a hand, and a screen appeared before him, replaying the brief moment Zephyrion's lips had curled into a wistful smile.
Zephyrion's expression darkened immediately.
"Erase that. Now."
"Ah, my protege, so it was all false bravado! You're actually hopelessly in love with this ancestor!"
"Did you not hear me?"
