"…he says so."
Michele let out a frustrated groan, gripping the oversized mug of beer in front of her. After taking a massive swig, she slammed it down with a dramatic exhale, yelling, "How could I possibly say no?"
Her outburst drew a calm response from Senon, who sipped on his whiskey with his usual nonchalance. "It's true. It's hard to refuse Lady Eileen anything."
Unlike the others, who were nursing beer mugs, Senon had opted for whiskey. His composed demeanor as he sipped from his glass prompted Michele to wrinkle her nose and grumble. "You look like some noble lordling whenever you do that. It's annoying."
"Not just 'like,' I am a lordling," Senon retorted, causing Michele to narrow her eyes in mock irritation.
Diego chuckled and jumped in, "He's not wrong."
Senon's face turned faintly red as he muttered, "Stop teasing."
