"Propose to her, Orgod."
Drunken Dream's sudden statement cut right through Orson's thoughts.
"Huh?" Orson blinked, staring blankly at him, his brain a tangled mess of confusion.
Drunken Dream wore a face so serious it bordered on comically severe. "She likes you. Don't let her down."
"Pfft..."
Bradley and the others burst into laughter, nearly falling over.
Bradley: "Spreading your love all over, huh? I support this wedding with all four limbs!"
Madman: "Man, I'm gonna split a gut! We're even stealing the emperor's woman now—why not just go all the way and seal the deal?"
Stewart: "Hey, I've got a VIP card for the Royal Capital's luxury inn. 30% off romantic suites—I can hook you up!"
Blank shot Orson a disgusted look and gave a frosty snort. "So this is his true nature. Grabbing a girl in the heat of the moment, completely ignoring the consequences."