"Come on, Zephyrion, this party was your idea and you haven't eaten a single thing."
As Fiona inched the spoon closer to his mouth, Zephyrion, unlike himself, scrunched up his face in visible irritation, slowly leaning away.
'It's getting worse.'
He missed the days when Fiona could barely look him in the eye, yet was still nice and obedient. The Fiona now had become a total beast in a woman's skin. She met his gaze without the slightest hesitation, casually called him by his name, and now was even trying to feed him in front of the hundreds of cadets around them!
'What's wrong with her? Can't she tell I don't want this?'
He'd made it increasingly obvious that he wasn't interested. After stylishly refusing every advance, constantly promising her "next time," and even smiling while doing it, shouldn't any woman have gotten the hint by now?
"Just one bite, Zephyrion. You said later, and now it's later."
Fiona's eyes gleamed with determination as she edged the spoon even closer.
