Erwin Smith’s not a romantic man. Married to the job, truly. He never saw the point, not when he could die on any expedition he went out on.

You’re making it very hard to stick to that. Every ball, celebration and Nobleman’s party that Erwin was dragged to, you were there.

He couldn’t stop staring at you. Pixis was laughing at him. Erwin was too far gone to care.