Asran smiled back at Ayrie as he watched her dance. Nadia leaned in nudging him the side getting his attention. She was leaned low looking up at him with a deeply mischievous expression. “You totally a crush on her,” she said softly. Making Asran go rigid as his cheeks blushed. “What the hell are you talking about,” he asked almost stammering. As he stared down at her with trying to hide his embarrassment. Nadia snickered as was enjoying seeing her lord at such a loss. His embarrassment faded, and he looked at her with an even stare. “Don’t try to deny you’ve some sort of affection towards her. I see the way you to react to one another. It’s truly adorable, but don’t worry. The others are a bit too dense to tell. I won’t tell them either, that is if you give my school magical uniforms. Like Sigres’ school has, and it has to come straight from you. Not some other tailor. I wanna hold it over his smug head.”
Asran looked very displeased, “Here I thought I was the demon. You sure you’re not part devil?” Which made Nadia smile, and giggle at her lord. “Oh, but you love it.” Asran smiled chuckling low under his breath. Then turned back to watching Ayrie. “I suppose you may be right. On some things,” he said.