"Filly! Lord Gaddaf is the assistant of the crown prince," Lady Farona pointed out but Filly didn't look even the least bit discouraged.
"That means he's taken the founder's blood right? It'll be good for my magic, won't it?" Filly responded with a light shrug raising her head higher to convey a look of absolute arrogance.
"Moreover, Lord Gaddaf I'm sure I can satisfy you like no one can. In bed, on the bare cold floor, and even—"
"Filly!" Lady Farona gasped about to say more only for Lord Gaddaf to interrupt her.
"I appreciate the sentiment but I have no intention of bonding myself to an apprentice. If you manage to become a lady of the goddess, and you're not too attached to your bond, then I might consider your generous offer," Gaddaf responded with a sly smirk on his face, one that looked like he was looking down at Filly like a predator would a prey, one he would like to devour into bits.