"I wonder why Lady Seraphim is looking at me like that. Surely... you're not thinking about fighting that thing, right?"
Seraphim only continued to stare at his face, her expression barely showing any emotion. But her brows twitched ever so slightly. If Klaus had to guess, it was the 'Lady' part that annoyed her.
After everything they'd been through, the group had learned a lot about each other. They had to. Otherwise, what was the point of all the suffering? Klaus, for his part, had paid special attention to the quiet, stoic girl. He'd learned how to get a rise out of her, however small.
And calling her Lady was one of the few things that got under her skin.
Of course, he already knew why.
Still...
His brow twitched. What the hell was she thinking?
"Are you insane? Sorry if that came out wrong, but are you crazy? You actually want to fight that thing? Hello? Do any of us look like Saints to you?!"
Seraphim frowned, visibly offended. Then, flatly:
