Fascinating. The knight never dared to back away from him, even when he was so close within their personal space. Even when his breath, barely brushing against their ear, would cause goosebumps to form. Ah yes, Sanson loved demonstrating his dominance over other people. Even though it was harmless, he never truly enjoyed like to torture and hurt other people with intentions.
D’Eon had asked for it, though.
He could feel the hand in his hair, and upon turning his head, he could feel the knight’s breath upon his cheek. They are dangerously close, and playing quite a dangerous dance of honey-filled words.
“You insist on calling me Mister Sanson, when you fully know what my name is now, D’Eon.” This was called ‘baiting’, and the Assassin was only merely attempting to see for himself if the Knight of the White Lily would oblige on the command.
It is a demand. Not a request.
An order from someone that the knight worked with? Oh my. What an demand. The knight’s eyes lock on at Sanson. Is it D’eon being playful? About to snark at the french assassin? No, was something different. Under Queen Marie’s orders, D’eon could have just called him Sanson but, he never did until now.
Never the less, the knight wasn’t gonna back down.
She pulls back to look at silver-haired man.
“Then, Sanson.” Her voice was playful with his name, before asking, as it was an eye for an eye no? There was no way the knight was gonna let Sanson have all the dominance.
“In return, you may call me Lia de Beaumont.”