Amon patiently waited for Caspian's reply.
Caspian step back slightly, resting his chin on his hand as he thought for a moment.
"What kind of a man would I want for her… let's see," he murmured.
After a bit of thinking, he finally spoke.
"Well, he needs to be tall...taller than me. He should have a muscular build. He needs to be more handsome than me. Stronger than me. Braver than me." Caspian shrugged lightly. "In short, he should be better than me in everything."
Then his expression turned serious.
"But the most important thing," he added, "is that he should treat her with respect."
The more Amon listened, the more hopeless he felt.
'Damn… the only thing I might be better than him at is looks. I am more handsome. And I do respect Professor Adelia. But the rest?'
Amon was being too much delusional. Thinking himself norepinephrine handsome than Caspian. He really tried his best to believe in his own lie.
He sighed inwardly.
