"I understand," said Roland, lifting her up by her waist and gently putting her on the bed. However, such simple action had made him breathless. He uncovered the thin blanket and turned into the bed while Anna moved closer to him from the side and rested her head on his arm.
Should the next step be... foreplay?
He noticed that himself was getting nervous as well. "It can't go on like this. As someone "experienced", I can't possibly make a fool of myself in front of the lady. It may be necessary to ease the atmosphere with some simple chit-chatting before taking action, such as... telling a dirty joke?"
When he was contemplating hard, Anna softly said, "Had you thought that you may be killed when you pushed me away on the hot air balloon?"
Roland startled as he did not expect Anna to ask this question. "I just subconsciously did it."
"You're the ruler of the Kingdom of Graycastle and the witches' hope," she whispered, "I'm not worth it."
