Kaiden clenched his fists as he met Zephyrion's steady purple eyes.
"Fight me."
He had no idea what had happened during the battle, but if he could… if he could face him again, the result would be different.
"No."
"…what?"
Kaiden's eyes widened, as if he had misheard.
"I won't repeat myself."
"…why? Don't tell me… you're scared to fig—"
"I gain nothing from fighting you. It's a waste of time."
Kaiden's jaw tightened. He was basically calling him worthless.
"…so that's it? You won't fight me because there's nothing in it for you?"
"Yes."
"Fine… then tell me what you want. I'll make it worth your while—"
"You have nothing I want."
"Hah…"
Kaiden's expression twisted as he met Zephyrion's unmoved gaze. A dynasty heir… what could he possibly offer him?
His fingers curled tighter.
"…then I'll offer myself. Let's fight. If you win, I'll serve you—"
"I'm not interested."
"…what?"
"You'd be useless to me. You're wasting my time. Leave."
"…you…"
