The proud succubus reined in her aura and sat docilely beside Lyle like a gentle bird, twirling a lock of hair around her finger to shield her face—perhaps as a way to show her embarrassment.
After all, she had gone from a high-profile declaration of war to raising the white flag in less than a minute, and the way her face flipped so quickly also turned her self-esteem upside down.
Anna maintained about ten seconds of silence, while Lyle, being a gentleman, gave her the space to adjust.
Idly tapping to the beat of the music on the tabletop, Lyle's attention focused on the crowd at the ball.
Anna's fingers, still covering her face, separated slightly, and her big eyes peered through the gap, fixated on Lyle's face.
Breaking the slump, "Alright, I really surrender. Indeed, Lady Alianna's allure leaves no gaps at all."
"Was that lightning-quick surrender just now a feint?"