Selenophilia

Seven

"Why would you call me old?"

"Why would you call me a bitch?"

Everyone was so surprised to even stop them.

Lucian didn't act like this.

And they're even more surprised at Elise's response to even stop the both of them.

Plus, they're slightly curious of what the outcome of their conversation may be.

"Because you are one." Blondie answered coolly, grabbing the whole bottle of wine before smirking at her like he'd already won.

Which was so annoying.

If Elise could just wipe that awful smirk off his face with that bottle of wine, that would've been satisfying.

"Oh..." Elise exclaimed like she'd been defeated before placing her elbow on the table and rested her chin on her palm. "Well, that's your answer."

Blondie's smirk fell. "I'm not old, dollface."

Elise knew that he was. She had inkling feeling of what they are. Elise was supposed to ask Marielle about what they are. They're not humans, obviously. If red eyes were to be seen by mundane people then they would've burned you in your sleep before you could even wake up.

The man was probably older than her own mother.

"You aren't?" Elise mused, raising a brow before scrunching her face up in disgust. "And ew, don't call me that. It makes you sound like a pedophile."

"Elise!" Alice scolded but he didn't look mad. He even looked amused.

Blondie, on the other hand, looked slightly mad.

Just slightly.

Blondie huffed. "That's just harsh."

Elise shrugged. "Well, the truth's always harsh."

"That's not the truth!" He screeched.

"Okay, pedo old man."
"Don't call me a pedophile, dollface." Blondie looked at her in annoyance. "Do I look old?"

Elise hummed thoughtfully before shaking her head. "Nope."

He frowned. "Then who are you calling old?"

"You act like an utter child." Elise deadpanned with a smirk of her own. "Like a brat."

Why was this man so insecure about his age?

It's probably because he enjoys his face too much to even consider him being an old man.

Or because the ladies swarm him and just pour him with so many compliments about his face and stamina that his ego's too big to even accept being called old.

Or both. Could be both.

Possibly both.

Definitely both.

It's almost fun to tease him about it.

His blinked in surprise before narrowing his eyes at her. "What the hell is your problem?"

"I would've asked you the same thing but I don't think that a child like you would answer well." Elise shrugged.

"Don't call me that, you annoying bug." He hissed.

The little girl sighed, shaking her head. "What do you prefer? Old man, a perverted old man or an annoying brat? I prefer brat because you're acting like one."

"None of those!"

"Old man it is!" Elise chirped, watching the man get more and more irritated as time goes by.