Ashelia nodded after barely managing to control her laughter. "You sound a lot like my father," she told him. "My father is an old man."
She almost went into another giggling fit when she subconsciously imagined the Duke's reaction at her words.
"But I'm nowhere near your father's age," Azrael stated with a tilt of his head.
"I'm sure," Ashelia agreed with a small smile since looked young. "But that doesn't change the fact that you sound like him."
Azrael's lips twitched. 'You seem to misunderstand, Milady…' He thought before he hung his head and chuckled. "I suppose this is the thanks I get for teaching you."
"Oh no," Ashelia assured him. "This is what you get for teasing me too many times."
"I see, I suppose that's my fault." Azrael nodded. "But what do I get as thanks then?"
Ashelia pressed her lips together as she seemed to ponder his question.
