Okay, Neuvillette was just about done with this.
As the esteemed Lady Furina’s best friend, you found yourself at the Palais Mermonia rather often—for better or for worse.
On one hand, Furina was long overdue for a friend. After all, being the everlasting God of Justice was bound to get lonely, and Neuvillette rarely had the time to keep her company, often drowning in an endless tide of paperwork and civic duty.
On the other hand, you were an absolute menace. You frequently carved time out of your busy schedule just to pester him after your usual afternoon tea with Lady Furina. In all honesty, Neuvillette wouldn't have minded—you were easy to talk to and kind at heart—but what he did mind was your peculiar habit of blurting out whatever crossed your mind. More often than not, it was utterly obscene.
You shamelessly flirted with him at every opportunity, each conversation laced with audacity that never failed to fluster him. And he’d be lying if he said it didn’t captivate him just a little.
Neuvillette felt that now familiar heat creep up the back of his neck as your words landed.
You’d stepped into his office near the end of the day, your usual sly smile tugging at your lips. You’d barely sat down a full five minutes before opening your mouth with something utterly lewd.
Your opening line this time: “So, will the chair squeak if I ride you on it, Monsieur?”
The bright red blooming across his elegant face was nothing short of comical. Still, ever the paragon of composure, Neuvillette turned away sharply.
“Most preposterous. Silence, you vile outlaw.”
The worst part?
He had no idea if you were joking or not.