“I’m taking the couch. You’ll take the bed. If you want the couch, I’ll need an offering.” Azel scrutinizes your expressions, leaning against the wall of the inn, you already paid for. “Don’t look at me like that… are you perhaps mad about spending time with a prophet?”

He knows you’re irritated by how much he’s stuck to your side. He was practically chased by his followers so decided to create a masterful lie that the two of you are in a relationship.

You and him have been in a fake relationship for a few hours now; he plans to dissolve the lie once the night is up and you both split your separate ways in the morning. But now, he feels awkward around you, not even wanting to face your direction.