Luna's beautiful face met his eyes when they entered her living room. But instead of seeing her welcome him with her usual shenanigans, he frowned at her narrowed eyes and trembling lips.
Seated, her fingers forcefully drummed on her dining table as her voice cracked.
"I told you I'm not his girlfriend, you obsessed old dwarf!"
Opposite her, Durgrim weaved his fingers before his solemn scowl.
"Why did you tell that white-haired man I wanted to see your boyfriend, then? Weren't you the one who wanted that?" His eyes narrowed, the intensity forcing her to gulp. "You took offence to a friendly joke. And now, you're blowing it up without reason. Think, child! I might be old, but my eyes still recognise what you are: a girl in l..."
"Shut up!"