"you like lumiere that much?"

xavier regards you as you pin him against the wall, your palm pressing against the pavement beside his head. he turns his head, head tilting at the very slightest as he asks you again, brows furrowing.

"who do you like more — me or lumiere?"

you move your hand away from the wall, stepping back a little. he looks down, and almost dejected expression marring his pretty features. you begin to tell him that his question doesn't make any sense, since he and lumiere are the same person.

"but you don't see them as such."

he says almost immediately, taking a step forward, then another. you start to feel small, thus causing you to take steps back along with him, until the back of your legs eventually meet the sofa behind you, ultimately making you sit on the plush cushion of the couch whether you like it or not. he follows.

"while lumiere is handsome and gentle.. i'm apparently harsh and cruel?"

"and when you see lumiere, you appear to be a lot happier."

his knee plants beside your thigh, his hand reaching for the armrest, fingers curling around the fabric. he stares at you for a while, waiting.

"so, what's your answer?"

your hand comes up, index finger poking at his cheek. his brows furrow, even more so as you ask him if he is jealous. due to this, he looks away, ears visibly reddening at the prospect that he's caught.

"..i'm not."

you insist that he is, this time both your hands coming up to cup his cheeks, bringing his head back to face you. you tell him that he gets upset when you praise lumiere, calling him an idiot for it. he still looks away before eventually looking back.

"if you dislike someone, then you'd think they're an idiot no matter what they do."

you nod, and his brows raise, eyes fractionally wide. so he looks down again, sad. though you quickly reassure him and tell him that dummies who get jealous and sulk are your favorite. the moment he looks back at you, eyes shining, you boop his nose, and he smiles at you, blushing softly.