Liana smiled softly.
Her hand clung to his arm, fingers curling just enough to remind him he wasn't going anywhere.
She didn't care how many elven girls were staring. Let them stare.
This one was hers.
Gloria leaned in with a gentle smile, brushing back a lock of hair as she whispered beside her.
"My~ I'll go get young master's food. Liana… make sure his eyes don't wander while I'm gone, yes?"
Liana smirked, her voice laced with sweet threat.
"Mm~ I'll make sure of it. Right, young master~?"
Javier blinked. His gaze darted between them.
"Eh? What do you mean check— I wasn't gonna do anything!"
Liana tightened her grip on his arm, her nails brushing his sleeve with delicate menace.
"Good~ Because if you so much as look at a girl with ears longer than mine…"
"Good~ Because if you so much as look at a girl with ears longer than mine…"
