Xion was definitely not drunk, but he sure was acting like he was.
What the hell had possessed him to ask if the Archduke liked him?
The words had come out all wrong, so wrong that he had to take several deep, forced breaths just to steady his racing heart.
It did not help him a bit that Darius was staring right at him. With his one eyebrow raised in silent scrutiny as if waiting for him to explain himself.
Xion parted his lips, ready to fumble through some sort of damage control, only to be completely derailed by the last thing he expected to hear.
"Sure, I like you."
Xion became a tomato.
Rather than the archduke, who was asked such a 'flirtatious' question, the silly healer was more flustered. He hastily shook his head, "N-No. No. Don't answer."
What he actually meant to say was that if the Archduke held him in good regard, that would mean Xion was someone trustworthy.
