Fionn gently nodded, causing Afina's hand that was grabbing at his ear to shake along with it.
"I'm healed now." He whispered, his calm voice piercing icily in Afina's ears.
There was something about this divine person.
Her desire to punish him totally dwindled and Afina let go of him.
"Tell me, what's your real name?" She demanded from him, her tone laced with seriousness.
As though she had asked him a stupid question, he tilted his head with half-dimmed eyes. "You've called me by my name before so why ask again? Or your big head house a small brain?" He chuckled, apparently wanting to get under her skin.
Afina had to exhale hard to compress the anger that was spurring to life within her. "Get off my window, you faker! I was asking about your real name. The one you bear when you are not busy impersonating The Prestigious Prince Fionn!" She hollered, wanting to slap him off her window but not wanting to become a murderer too.
