Esme's POV
"So did you attack the Duke?"
I choked on water. I glared at him as he rubbed my back. What type of question was that?
"Sorry," he continued. "Then you must've been interested in him, since he's asking his friend about you. Did you flirt with him?"
I nudged his side and he chuckled. I could barely breathe when Sanya told me he was a Duke back then. Why ever would I flirt with a random noble?
"He did invite me to eat at his place," I mentioned. "Do you think it's that kind of thing?"
Levine hummed, nodding thoughtfully. "It might be that kind of thing. You are a pretty lady, after all."
I heard a bell ring in my head. *Pretty lady?* It was the first time I had heard Levine—who called me a battle angel—address me as a 'pretty lady'.
I smirked. "You finally tire of calling me a battle angel? I mean, a pretty lady is more accurate."
"They're both accurate terms of endearment."
"I prefer the latter, thank you."
