“Okay, has anyone made you violent before?” he asked with a raised eyebrow, “And poking me does not count as violent.” He didn’t even budge at the punch, much to his amusement, but it was quite obvious that a punch from Bella to his toned biceps would not inflict much damage. “Wow. So strong. I’m trembling right now,” he spoke sarcastically, a smirk on his face. However, his expression got a bit more serious as he looked at her, tilting his head slightly. “If I make a promise to you, Bella, then I will not break it.” He assured her, being one-hundred percent truthful. Valor generally avoided making promises, but it was different when it came to his closest friends. “That sounds like so much work, cleaning them so often. I don’t think a little dust will hurt them,” he said with an amused laugh, though it didn’t surprise him one bit that she took such good care of the seashells he got for her. “Now that, I can do. Although I can’t promise it will only be a little chat,” he mused with a devious twinkle in his eyes. “Me? In a nursing home? Yeah, right,” he scoffed, shaking his head. “I’ll be running my city until the day I die, whether I’m delusional from Alzheimer’s or not. I’ll make sure to visit you, though,” he teased. “Ha. You don’t want to read that book. It’s a nasty fucking book. I don’t think that counts as being mean,” he commented with amusement. “Who said I thought you were cute? You’re alright,” he shrugged playfully, though there was still a devilish flicker in his blue hues.
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