"She can be... very difficult to handle, and might cry if you scold her," Tera warned me, her small hands already positioned and ready to apply pressure against the surface in preparation for pushing the door open, "But if you're good at handling pets, it might not be all that trouble."
"...She's your queen, right?"
I felt compelled to pose that question out loud, given the way Tera had so nonchalantly delivered a pointed roast of Titania just now, practically comparing her to some sort of domestic animal that required careful management.
"And remember, your savage pervert," now it was my turn to be the target of her casual yet cutting commentary, "Only when you cheer her up and make her smile again will I let you strip off my undergarments and rape me."
"H-Hey! That was not our deal! Do not make me sound like a morally bankrupt protagonist!" I whined in protest right before the heavy door finally swung inward on its hinges.
