Why so many herbs, Ethan?

Lilith perched delicately on the edge of the opulent bed, her gaze fixed upon Ethan as he meticulously packed stacks of money inside an ornate box. The room exuded an air of quiet anticipation, punctuated only by the soft rustling of banknotes and the occasional sigh escaping Lilith's lips.

In a moment of curiosity, she broke the silence, her voice laced with a hint of longing. "What was her response when you asked her?" she inquired, her eyes searching Ethan's face for a glimpse of the answer.

Ethan paused in his task, closing the lid of the box with a gentle click before placing it carefully under the bed. He turned his attention to Lilith, his expression one of bemusement as he raised a thumb in affirmation. "She said we should get to know each other first," he replied, his voice tinged with a touch of uncertainty.