Liora stared at Elion with a deadpan look on her face. Clearly, she had not been expecting such an accusation to come from him.
She snorted, a sharp, unladylike sound that somehow suited her perfectly, and swatted at his arm again, this time with a bit more force.
"Don't get ahead of yourself, hotshot. It's not like that. I just figured you'd be more fun to hang around with during those boring-ass patrols than the stoic, silent Celeste. The girl's like a damn statue—she barely says two words unless it's to critique my good social skills!"
"Sure, sure," Elion said, smirk firmly in place.
And strangely… he meant it.
"Besides, I'm not much older than you. Calling me a cradle robber is a bit too much, don't you think?"
The conversation flowed easily after that. Too easily.
