Lance interrupted Terence's eloquence with a sense of curiosity and enthusiasm, asking, "I wanted to know..ask something to you."
Terence, maintaining a mysterious smile, replied, "Of course, what is it that you want to know, my dear Lancelot?"
With a thoughtful expression, Lance said, "Well, I have a request, you see, can you tell me what Zeraldians look like? Are they all handsome and well-built like you?"
Terence's brow furrowed as he considered Lance's words, "Are you being serious?"
Terence maintained a polite demeanour, although a trace of confusion flashed across his handsome face.
Why would anyone want to know that? Terence had encountered countless humans, each with unique requests—some greedy, some innocent.
Still, he had never encountered someone seeking to know this.
Lance seemed undeterred by Terence's confusion and asked enthusiastically, "Is that okay?"