"You smell so good." Rowan stood close beside Jaina, admiring her silky golden hair. It gleamed as though enhanced with special effects, almost glowing.
Jaina asked a question she already knew the answer to, blushing as she pretended not to notice the scent. "Do I?"
This perfume was made with specially prepared black lotus powder. It cost half a year's mission pay. If I weren't here with you, I wouldn't even bear to use it.
"You can't smell that?" Rowan looked astonished. He reckoned he could have caught that refreshing fragrance even from another warship.
I already shamelessly pretended not to know, so I might as well keep it up. Who says I can't be a sweet-smelling little princess? "Maybe I'm just used to it."
"Now you're being fake," Rowan said coolly. He really disliked her affected manner.
Jaina discreetly punched him. "It's black lotus powder, all right? You just had to keep asking. Normally, I wouldn't even bear to use it."
Black lotus? The stuff I couldn't even afford on the classic servers? You really know how to burn money.
Everyone else was studying the Wind Wall suspended above the warship, while the young couple stood at the edge of the deck, flirting without the slightest concern for whether anyone could stand watching them.
Rhonin was used to it. His face remained expressionless as he concentrated on the movement of the Air Elementals within the Wind Wall.
Ellen forcibly turned his head away, pretending he had seen nothing.
Talanji had no patience for such worldly nonsense. She stared at Rowan and cursed inwardly, Disgusting.
Rowan knew when to quit. Everyone was busy with serious business, so he ought to ease up on the public displays of affection.
Daytime was for proper work. Otherwise, what would they use the nights