"Lady Aries..." Conan pushed himself away from the bed and faced Aries. Studying her stony countenance, his lower lip quivered.
"Yes, Sir Conan?" Aries quirked a brow and tilted her head to the side. "What a surprise to see you here."
Conan frowned, sensing the distance attached to her voice. He remained quiet for a moment before he lowered his eyes. To Aries's surprise, and to Dexter, they watched Conan wobble down to his knees. Both of them furrowed their brows, scrunching their nose up while Conan rubbed his hands together.
"Please don't hate me..." Conan wept as if he was a child, afraid to get his butt whipped.
"Are you... crying?" Dexter asked in disbelief, seeing little tears filling Conan's eyes.
"Shut up!" Conan roared, glaring daggers at him before shifting his attention to Aries. The second he did, his sharp eyes were replaced with puppy ones.
