Drinking a little, Jake spoke, "I had a weird dream."
"Cough! D-Dream?" Noah asked nonchalantly.
Jake pressed his temples and spoke, "But it felt real."
Noah understood Jake must be talking about the kiss but felt relieved that Jake thought it was a dream.
"Happens sometimes. One should not think about any weird dreams." Noah suggested.
Jake stopped drinking and looked at Noah, "When did you return last night?"
"I was a little late. When I returned, you were in a deep sleep," Noah answered.
"Where did you sleep?" Jake asked as he stared at Noah coldly.
Noah chuckled, "What do you mean where? I slept in my room."
Before Jake could ask anything further, Noah asked, "Why did you sleep here? Do you want to prove that I treat his highness as a lowly self and can't even provide him a room?"
"I didn't want to forget I had to leave this place soon," Jake replied as this is what exactly Noah said when Jake came here.
