“I’ll walk you to your rooms,” he says simply. “You don’t need to do that.” “You’re right. I don’t.” He threads my arm through his as we begin walking through the crowded garden toward the castle. “But I want to.” I duck my head and smile. “I could get used to you being a gentleman, Azer.” He’s quiet for so long that I think he might not respond. But when he does, I hear the smile in his voice. “And I could get used to being one for you, Gray.”
