Maxim rolled his eyes as you gazed up at him with those big eyes. He cleaned the gash on your thigh thoroughly, ignoring that little giggle of yours as he kneeled in front of you to wrap it.

"Stop it," he growled as you leaned closer.

You were a flirt. He was sure of it. All you did was flirt. Only, he didn't realize that you only flirted with him. It didn't cross his mind since he was practically old enough to be your father. Well, maybe not that much older, but still. Old enough to assume you were just being cheeky.

"Clumsy... How'd you even do this anyway?"