Noah looked at Adam for a long moment, his mind weighing the sudden and bossy proposal.
Initially, his instinct was to reject the offer immediately. He wasn't a child, and he certainly didn't need someone to move a spoon to his mouth for him.
However, a mischievous thought crossed his mind. Why should he bother fighting it? If Adam wanted to play the role of the doting, overbearing caretaker, Noah decided he might as well enjoy the perks of the service.
He looked Adam in the eye and spoke with a calm, yielding tone. "Fine, if you are going to insist on feeding me like this, then I will allow it."
Adam was momentarily taken aback by the response. He blinked, his confident smirk faltering for a split second.
He had not expected Noah to give him such a positive and compliant answer. In reality, Adam had just wanted to act like a bit of a dominant gangster with Noah.
He had fully expected Noah to argue back, or perhaps to turn a bright shade of red from embarrassment.
