"Eh?" Daemar's brows raised as he looked at Lior. Shaking his head, realizing how strong the boy's drunkenness had become, he pushed Lior's head back a little as he said slowly, "Aren't you being too bold now that you're drunk?"
"I'm afraid you might not be able to withstand the consequences the next day."
"Huh…" Lior said, his tone boastful and careless, "What do you mean? Are you trying to say that I can't act up to my words?"
Daemar's lips curved faintly, and his gaze sharpened. "Are you also trying to say that you would dare to get married to me right now and even consummate it?" The nineteenth prince asked seriously, his piercing eyes fixed on Lior.
Lior pressed his lips together and shifted his body away from Daemar's hold. But then, summoning an air of braveness that didn't really match his drunken state, he straightened his back and pointed at himself, saying firmly, "Of course I can. What's there in a marriage? In my past life, that was what I really wanted to do."
