"Still, Prince Robby, your fluid is really thick. I almost choked. Is it because you're young?"
Lily kept repeating it. No matter how much she said it, I wouldn't know—I've never drunk my own.
"Is that so? I wouldn't know."
"What will it be like once you become an adult? It's none of my business, but I'm more worried about the women who have to swallow it. If they're not used to it, they might throw up. Please be careful when you make a woman drink it. If Prince Robby asks them to, they'll probably force themselves to swallow it anyway."
"No, I won't be forcing anyone to drink it."
"Is that right? I think there will be plenty of girls who'll fall victim to your fangs, though."
"I don't have anyone in mind?"
"Well, that's probably for the best. Oh, would you like to try it once? I'll take it in my mouth and then kiss you so you can drink it. Isn't that a wonderful idea?"
"I'll pass."
