"I like your chocolate," she said with a completely neutral voice. "Give me more of them."
…What the fuck?
There were countless other ways she could've started this conversation. Like a casual "hi" or even a polite "hello, handsome guy."
But no, she went straight for the point and worse, it was the kind of line that could be very easily misunderstood.
Especially when you're standing in the middle of a crowd full of young adults, already half-driven by hormones and questionable life choices.
I could already see a few demons frowning at me and I didn't even need to use my brain to imagine what came next.
A bunch of useless bastards were definitely going to show up, screaming something like, "How dare you try to seduce our princess?!" or some other self-righteous crap.
Hell, even some humans were giving me looks filled with jealousy, annoyance and weirdly enough, a few expressions that almost looked… proud?
