Did this Demon Lord just ask me to give him pet names in the middle of the stairs leading to a freaking banquet?
He chuckled when he saw my face, and told me casually to think about one before shifting to a more casual topic. "Tonight is supposed to be filled with performances and cultural exchange, so there wouldn't be a lot who will come for an audience," he said, holding my hand so I wouldn't trip on my long coat and roll down to the banquet floor unsightly. "I already spoke to most yesterday night anyway."
"Mm," I nodded, torn between trying not to step on the edge of my coat and contemplating pet names for a Demon Lord, all while maintaining a calm, natural, hopefully elegant expression.
Not easy, I should tell you.
As we neared the bottom of the staircase, he walked in front of me and turned around when he reached the floor. "All you have to do tonight is enjoy the show, alright?" he reached out his hand again, with the same smile he showed me in the suite earlier.
