Meanwhile, further down the line, Javier cast a sly side-eye toward Liana, who rode beside him on her Pekko.
She sighed, leaning closer on Pikko's saddle, her whisper sharp but quiet.
"Don't even think about it, Young Master."
"What?" Javier hissed back with a smirk. "I didn't say anything yet."
"Young Master…" her tone was low, her eyes narrowing.
"…I've been with you far too long. I know that look."
He blinked innocently. "What look?"
"That look that always comes right before you sneak out."
Javier opened his mouth to protest, but before he could.
"Javier."
The calm weight of his father's voice carried from the front, carried easily over the thunder of Pekko talons against the road.
"Y–Yes, Esteem Father?"
Without glancing back, Garius spoke, his tone smooth and deliberate.
"Go. Sightsee this area. Enjoy your date with Liana."
"R–Really, Father?"
