Zirron ignored it, pressing on. "What do you think of him as the sponsor?"
Sylene remembered the silky golden hair, the charming face. He huffed. "I'd only agree if the lion was my sponsor."
He moved into the kitchen to fetch a drink. "Josephine wasn't there when I met him. His lion found me first."
"And I prefer the lion over the man," Sylene answered honestly.
"…Didn't know you had that lionphilia problem too," Zirron muttered.
Sylene glared at him. Zirron cleared his throat and fixed his hair under his hat. He was waiting for Mavis, still upstairs, so they could go out to eat and discuss something about the potion shop.
"Technically, he isn't the sponsor," Zirron added. "He's only the spoke person of the real sponsor. The real one was too busy to come here."
