Amidst the awkward silence, Eros adjusted his position on Badran's thighs and sat with his spine straight. He turned to look at his little birdie, who stared at him as if he had lost his mind.
He chuckled, "My lady, as I said, this kind sir's thighs are indeed comfortable to sit on. So you need not worry and can take a seat," he said, patting Badran's other thigh.
Mirabella scrunched her nose and glanced at Badran, who remained perplexed by the man on his thighs. But she also noticed his trembling body, though she didn't know whether it was from embarrassment or under the king's weight.
Eros waited for Mirabella to take a seat, but seeing her rooted to the spot, he sighed, "My lady, are you worrying whether this kind sir can endure both of our weights?" he asked in mock concern.
Without waiting for her reply, Eros immediately looked at Badran. "You can bear both of our weights, aren't you, kind sir?" he asked, his voice filled with mirth.