Lucas fell silent for a moment, staring at the strange glint in Silvara's eyes. The woman clearly wanted to do it. Whether out of curiosity, her expression was unmistakably insistent. Damn it… if I tease her again, she'll probably sulk for no clear reason.
Feeling guilty for having already troubled her with the bandaging of his thigh earlier—and remembering that Silvara had practically seen everything—Lucas finally let out a resigned sigh.
"Alright," Lucas murmured softly, lowering his hands. "Do it."
Without wasting any time, Silvara stepped forward. Both of her hands reached out, immediately circling Lucas's neck. Her slender yet strong fingers pressed against the vital points there—a forceful method to trigger his facial transformation mechanism.
"Ugh…" Lucas let out a restrained groan as the pressure increased.
