Meical let him eat.
He didn't interrupt when Min-jae reached for seconds.
Didn't comment when the wine glass kept refilling.
Didn't stop him when he leaned back, satisfied, cheeks warm and eyes bright from food and relief and victory.
If anything, Meical looked… amused.
Content.
Dangerously patient.
Min-jae barely had time to realize he was full before a hand slipped around his wrist.
"Come.." Meical said softly, already standing.
"Huh— wait, I'm still—" Min-jae laughed, words cut off as he was pulled to his feet.
Odysseus raised a brow. Yura grinned openly. Saar pretended very hard not to notice. Madam Greya smiled like she knew exactly what she had done with that wine.
Min-jae didn't even make it out of the dining hall properly before Meical was guiding him up the stairs.
"My food hasn't even digested properly.." Min-jae protested weakly, though he wasn't resisting in the slightest.
Meical glanced back at him, eyes dark with something warm and intent.
"That's fine."
