Cute? (3)

Lucavion's eyes gleamed with curiosity as he leaned forward slightly, a smirk dancing on his lips. "Now that you've asked your question, it's my turn. Why have you joined this tournament?"

Valeria hesitated for a moment, feeling the weight of his gaze on her. She could sense the playful challenge behind his question as if he was daring her to be honest. But she wasn't about to let him have the upper hand so easily. Narrowing her eyes at him, she decided to turn his own tactic against him.

"Why else?" she said, mirroring his earlier tone with a touch of mockery. "Fame, fortune, glory. That's what these tournaments are about, aren't they?"

Lucavion's smirk widened, clearly amused by her attempt to mimic him. "Ah, so the great Valeria Olarion seeks fame and fortune, too? I never would've guessed," he said with an exaggerated chuckle. "How… predictable."