Yuta's throat felt parched from the intensity of the scorching gaze spreading heat into him and before he could respond, strong hands seized his waist and yanked him to his feet. The spoon slipped from his hand, landing on the milk bowl which splashed milk around the table.
"My Lord!" He cried out in panic when he found himself suddenly trapped against the demon Lord's chest.
"So because of my mercy, simply because I didn't punish you, did it make you think you could enter my throne room and behave in an ill-mannered way? Who permitted you to feed here!"
The way Elrien's eyes darkened with displeasure, this close, Yuta could feel the heat radiating from Elrien's body. Yuta was certain that Elrien was furious. Tears stung in his eyes, maybe he had indeed forgotten their position as master and servant for a second.
"I didn't think… I'm s-sorry!" The apology wobbled from Yuta, but Elrien's heated gaze only focused on the corners of his peachy lips that were moist with milk.
