“I saw a man giving you flowers.”

“Dumb”, he thinks to himself. “Stupid”. Why would he say such thing?

But once Wriothesley starts the subject, he decides not to drop it. “Last night. A man gave you a bouquet of flowers.” Under the moonlight.

Duke of Meropide shouldn’t be this jealous, but he can’t help it. He tries to hide the jealousy with an awkward smile. I’m not jealous. I’m completely fine.” He thought.