[ she's giggling and smiling, and it's with him, not at him! His dream. Well. His other dream. Out of his depth is right - he doesn't quite seem to know how to act in this situation. Being called sweet should make him mad, but he's still kind of... happy about it? Natalia is so confusing. If she'd just become his bride already, this would be so much easier!

(of course, if it was actually that easy, he would have just stopped at trying to kidnap her and gone with that instead of spiraling into this weird farce and eventual friendship... honestly, he has no idea what he's doing. This wasn't in the Demon Lord for Dummies handbook.)

Maou attempts to recover, huffing and preening a little, but an attempt is really all it is. ]

Sweet? Ngh... Can't you phrase it some other way? [ he grumbles, largely under his breath. villains shouldn't be sweet. The dancing, at least, is a distraction. ]

Hm...? Of course. I'm a demon lord, as in aristocrat! It's not just a title, it's a lifestyle. [ what does that mean ]