Luca always wondered why Princes like Xavier were mindful of asking for permission.
In his past life, he's never had to give anyone his approval, for no one ever asked for it.
So, he never really knew how to answer all these questions about his opinions, concerns, and most importantly, his consent.
However, in the past months he's been here, trusting Xavier had proven to be the best choice.
And hopefully, it would prove to be the same as the words still echoed in his mind.
Maybe he would learn something?
And maybe Xavier meant it when he said there was a solution to their problem.
Or maybe he was going to die of heart failure for being unable to process how his body actually functioned.
He had many guesses, but these results were something for later, as one golden-eyed sheep delivered himself to the waiting wolf by giving a small nod.
Luca drew a shaky breath as his fingers curled over the edge of his pajamas, but he still maintained the Prince's gaze.
