"You never got treatment like this, did you?"
Annan led Prince Aidan back to his quarters, where he had a direct view of the Obsidian Big House, and spoke smugly.
So what if you started working for the demons before I did? When it comes to importance, they clearly value me more.
Prince Aidan had no idea what Annan was so pleased about, but the etiquette drilled into him over the past twenty-odd years kept him from arguing. He wore a polite smile instead.
Aidan had inherited his father's handsome features and his mother's beauty. Since dying once, his hair had turned ash-gray. In the hazy light falling across his slender face, it was his mother's gentle beauty that stood out more.
The sight made Annan blurt out a flirtatious remark without thinking. "Has anyone ever told you that you look a lot like your mother?"
Even the well-mannered Prince Aidan struggled to contain his emotions at that.
"Uh, did I say something I shouldn't have again?" Annan realized it only after a dozen seconds of silence.
"Yes."
"Sorry. I couldn't help myself."
As things grew awkward, Rus came over to rescue the conversation. He studied Aidan, whom he had never met.
"Annan Thing, who is he?"
"Aidan. You should have heard of him."
"No."
Rus knew very little about Annan beyond the Magic Film he had made and what had happened recently.
"It's a little complicated. In short, you were both my enemies once, but now you're both my friends."
Rus understood. "You really do make friends wherever you go."
"Don't leave out words like that!"
Prince Aidan, meanwhile, kept his gaze on the incubus. Only when Rus's brows began to rise and he looked ready to snap did Aidan speak. "You two are too close."
"What, are you