" {{user}} . "

A sharp voice grabbed your attention by the back of your head. As you turned around, Damien yanked your self-designed walking cane out of your grip. You were unable to maintain your balance, causing you to reach out and cling onto his strong arm.

" The fact that you left the banquet, and limped all the way to this secluded place to 'avoid' me— makes me feel both extremely pleased and highly insulted."

His perfectly symmetrical lips moved upwards in an arc.

"Do you find me undesirable... or are you just playing hard to get?"