Zen looked at the Grand Witch as he picked up a piece of bread and brought it to his mouth, taking an unhurried bite before placing his hand back down on the table.
His movements were casual, but there was a glint of amusement in his eyes as he noticed the way her gaze followed the movement of his hand. He raised an eyebrow, then leaned back slightly as he smirked.
"Do you have any other fetish than a man's wrist?" he asked dryly. "I could expose my abs if you like."
The great witch- Dorothy Green almost choked on her drink as she heard the sudden outrageous remark. She'd heard that Prince Zen had a propensity to be inappropriate but this was....for a moment she looked at him and then the mistress, trying to decide whether to apologize on his behalf or crawl under the table and disappear.
The Grand Witch, however, froze in surprise - and then burst into laughter, the sound deep and full of mirth.
