— "Can I get a kiss?"

"A fine one aren't they?", Elwin laughed as he motioned to your direction, watching you chase after Torgal to keep the hyperactive pup close. Licking his lips, Clive nods, eyes completely locked on your form with a dazed smile on his face, not catching the amused smirk on his father's face

Elwin pats Clive on the back, although it's rough it's enough to bring the young lord out of his dazed tunnel vision, sputtering something between a cough and a sentence.