Patience's POV
I fell silent.
Could it be that he truly meant it?
Is this something a normal person would even think of?
I always heard that Cyrus was a madman. At this moment, I gained a deeper understanding of that sentiment.
"No, thank you," I quickly waved my hands, my tone resolute. "I prefer hands that are still attached to a person, not cold specimens. I appreciate the gesture, though."
"That's a pity," he nodded slightly, his voice betraying neither sincerity nor insincerity. "I had thought that doing so would better express my gratitude to you."
I looked at his calm face and suddenly felt that this meal might be more "interesting" than I had imagined.
I was once again at a loss for words, feeling no regret at all, but rather finding his idea rather eerie. "As I've said bef
