Bab 93: A Devilish Delicacy

His nervous chuckles echoed in Luna's hut as his words lingered for a second. In that brief moment, many thoughts collided in his swirling mind.

'Will she think I'm forceful? After all, she rarely dines with anyone. Maybe she enjoys this moment of solitary peace?' He rolled his eyes. 'Why does it feel like no matter what I do, it ends up wrong with her?'

Contrary to his anguish, Luna's lips rose into a smile. She gestured to the rough wooden table in the middle.

A proud, almost disdainful hmph escaped her lips, making him doubt his reality.

"You may make me taste your food. But I warn you, I have a delicate palate and will only accept the finest dishes."

Yet, he saw the bright blush creeping on her cheeks and her hand tremble as she drew her chair to sit.

"Anyway, I'm tired of eating meat, so I hope you brought something different."

He smirked at the comment as he walked to sit before her.