"Absurd!" Rovan was the first to shout as he heard Lior's words.
Lucan stretched his hand to the back, halting Rovan in his actions. He then looked to Lior and said, with his chin raised high, "And what type of servant?"
"Ah…" Lior's eyes lit up at this question. Was Lucan mad? He would even be willing to go this far? What was he expecting from him? Servants that see to his needs? Isn't that being too much?
He looked at Lucan with a raised chin and a smug smile as he said, "Aren't you being too mischievous? What servant would you think I refer to, if not one that washes the clothes and cleans the feet?"
"Now, you're the one pushing it too far. I, Lucan, certainly can't wash feet for anyone."
"Even if the one is your lover, and you're the only one in the position to wash their feet, and they would die if it isn't washed?" Lior said, staring deeply at Lucan.
