Byron wasn't in the mood to properly react to their lustful looks. Not in the mood to reciprocate with his own.
With a grim one, he walked toward the first table. Before he even reached it, the brunette who was sitting on its head stood up and walked aside, bowing slightly as she gestured for the chair she had been sitting on.
"You may sit here, please!" she said.
"That's very kind of you," replied Byron, lowering himself onto the chair.
"My pleasure, Your Highness!"
Your highness? Byron was amused. More reason to worry about Strawberry. It was she who had called him your highness first.
The girls sitting around the table shot grateful glances at their friend who had sacrificed her seat to give them a chance to sit with Byron.
Of course, they would have done the same to be the ones Byron thanked. The idea just didn't come to them fast enough.
Nevertheless, their faces were beaming out of anticipation.
