You just did, [ he mumbles defiantly. Even he has to defend himself a little bit. Her hand feels small and delicate in his own, and if his cheeks could burn up any more than they already are, they would be. This is... sort of like holding hands. It essentially is holding hands! It doesn't have the implications that holding hands normally does, but -- well, does it? No, no way. Even if this whole situation feels really intimate, he's pretty sure Natalia doesn't even look at him.
For a moment, Maou feels that familiar dark cloud of ineptitude and depression forming in his heart again, and frowns a little, but he's snapped out of it by Natalia suddenly gripping his hand tighter. Immediately, he's at attention again, returning the grip strongly just in case she is about to slip.
Villainous as he claims to be, it's obvious her thoughts are right - he's not going to let her get hurt. Though he might bluff and try to cover up any soft feelings. Like now. ]
H... Hmph! Are you going to trip? I thought princesses were supposed to be graceful.
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For a moment, Maou feels that familiar dark cloud of ineptitude and depression forming in his heart again, and frowns a little, but he's snapped out of it by Natalia suddenly gripping his hand tighter. Immediately, he's at attention again, returning the grip strongly just in case she is about to slip.
Villainous as he claims to be, it's obvious her thoughts are right - he's not going to let her get hurt. Though he might bluff and try to cover up any soft feelings. Like now. ]
H... Hmph! Are you going to trip? I thought princesses were supposed to be graceful.