Osiris's mouth fell open slowly. For a moment, his pride screamed. He was a phoenix, not a donkey. But then he looked at her pouting lips and the way her cheeks were slightly puffed, and his pride lost.
"Fine," he said almost through his teeth. "I will do it."
"Also," Isabella added with a sweet smile that was not sweet at all, "every time you see me, you have to say, 'Our Isabella is the most beautiful, not fat at all.' If you forget, I will add another task."
Osiris covered his face with one hand. His ears turned red. "You are bullying me," he complained softly. "I am sure this is bullying."
Isabella's mood shot up several levels. "So? What can you do about it?" she asked in her heart. On the surface, she only raised an eyebrow, extremely calm.
"Do you agree or not?"
Osiris lowered his hand. He stared at her for a long moment. Then, with a sudden crooked smile, he leaned forward and rested his forehead gently against her thigh.
