"No, no. I do not mean it like that."
When it hit Patrizia that she had misinterpreted the meaning of 'embrace', she blushed automatically. Lucio watched her reaction, smiling and hugging Patrizia lightly. Her face only got redder as she was held in his arms.
Lucio whispered a question above her head, "Did you want an embrace like 'that'?"
"…" It was clear that he was making fun of her now. Patrizia could feel the flush on her face and bit her lips.
Without even looking, he stopped this habit of hers by gently placing his hand on her lips.
Patrizia looked a little angry that she could not even bite her lips as she pleased. "Are you making fun of me, Your Majesty?"
"No way, that could not be," Lucio answered playfully with a smile and planted a small kiss on Patrizia's forehead. "My dear beloved Empress, may I ask for a dance as an apology?"