"Tsk, that look sure isn't very friendly." The second son of House Lorenzo took a sip of the amber liquid in his glass, his tone tinged with amusement.
"Sigh..." Warren followed with a light sigh, also taking a sip of his drink before saying in a low voice, "I'm afraid he's treating me as a rival too."
"Oh?" Lorenzo's second son raised a brow, leaned in closer, and his voice took on a teasing lilt. "Judging from how you sound, don't tell me you really don't have any designs on Little Inanna? Putting aside the fact that she's the Duke's only daughter, just that figure alone... full where it should be full, slender where it should be slender, and with that one-of-a-kind pink hair and pink eyes—marrying her home could never be considered a loss!"
To say Warren had absolutely no thoughts in his heart would obviously be a lie. But as someone who had actually spent some time interacting with Inanna, he could clearly sense that Inanna had little interest in him.
