Adonis, as he knew her, was someone who would not just jump into conversations and allegiance s like this. She only did that when she knew deep down that what she was into was the one which was right. And to prove that, then she would have to come up with something.
Seeing as she sulked brought a sort of satisfaction to him that he could not describe. He almost wanted to smile but doing that would seem some sort of mischief was building up. And he hated to entertain the fantasy of any of them.
Not when the narcisstic nature of them was not easily satiated. They could just suddenly decide to err in the wrong way, deliberately just so that their who and sense of wellbeing could be pacified.
It was the type of society that he had come to live in. And one that he already knew all too well
