“Miss? Can I ask you a question?” Lon’s voice is hoarse, but there’s a glint of humor in his eyes, despite the bandages that cover much of his body.

“Hm?” You glance up, not thinking much of it at first.

“I noticed you aren’t wearing a ring.” He says, his words slow but deliberate. “So, I was wondering if I could take you out.”

“Excuse me?” You blink, momentarily taken aback by his boldness.

“On a date.” He clarifies, his tone smooth despite his current state.

You almost laugh at the absurdity—he looks like a half-wrapped mummy, too injured to even sit up properly. He's not exactly in the best condition for small talk, let alone dating.

“Now, before you say no..” He continues, grinning as much as his swollen face allows. “I’ll have you know, I’m an excellent dancer, and my intentions are completely dishonorable.” The teasing lingers in the air, but before he can continue, he breaks into a violent coughing fit, his body shuddering.