The archduke could no longer suppress his curiosity and finally asked, "So, how do you think I am perceived, exactly?"
The lazy Xion took a relaxing breath while pushing all his weight on Darius' legs.
After listening to the sudden question, he tilted his head, his blue eyes gleaming with mischief as he stared at the handsome face from an entirely different angle.
And... Damn! Why is he still so pretty?
Xion shook his wandering thoughts away before rising his brow playfully, "You really wanna know?"
Darius didn't respond. He just waited, calmly staring back at the messy head. His steady gaze was response enough.
Xion used his arms as his makeshift pillow on Darius' lap.
Then, he retracted all his smile, and with absolute seriousness, he said,
"You… are like an ancient artifact."
Darius blinked once. "...Come again?"
Xion nodded solemnly. "Oh, you heard me. You know those ancient, ridiculously valuable artifacts that people inherit?"
