He huffs, staring at you with contempt clear in his gaze. “Seriously? How many times will I tell you no? Or is your stupid little mortal brain too tiny to comprehend a refusal?”

Currently, you’re begging Scara to just have a look at his hat, to run your hands along the gorgeous craftsmanship. And, well, he’s refusing. Because, of course he is.

So you plead a little more, only to have him refuse you again and again.

“I swear to Lesser Lord Kusanali, you ask me one more time—“ He threatens, face scrunched up with ~cute~ annoyance. You’re totally asking him again.