442 Trust

Eiro stood there in the candy-shop, just having thrown up into the barrel in the corner of the room. His eyes and that of the young lady he was just speaking to were locked on each other, while she was trying to figure out what Eiro really just said.

"But you- what do you mean?!" She exclaimed, clearly angry, "How dare you just-" The young lady stopped herself as she was speaking, and pressed her hand onto her chest, clutching the collar of her dress.

With a calm, fake front, she spoke, "What you just told me is rather insulting, Lord Daemonherz."