"Marquis…..by that point, you must have understood my character no?"
The Marquis turned to Lucavion, his gaze heavy with scrutiny. For a long moment, he said nothing, his sharp eyes boring into Lucavion's smirking expression. Finally, he spoke, his tone low and deliberate. "Does this mean you truly intend to do this, Lucavion? To approach her?"
Lucavion's smile widened, his eyes gleaming with a mix of determination and mischief. "Indeed, Marquis. I'm not one to back down from a challenge. Aether may not trust me yet, but that doesn't mean she never will."
The Marquis's expression darkened, though not with anger—there was something closer to concern, tempered by resignation. "Very well," he said quietly, "but understand this, Lucavion—I will not let you harm her. If you so much as frighten her unnecessarily, I will stop you myself."