Inside the room.
Javier, who was still locked and pinned down by Francesca, glanced back over his shoulder, then casually looked up at his mother.
"Oh, esteemed Mother?"
"Hmm?" Francesca looked down at Javier, her expression softening slightly. "Yes, Honey Bun?" she said, though she still held his hands firmly.
Javier rubbed his chin with his free hand, then casually stood up as if the pressure holding him down had simply vanished. He glanced at his mother thoughtfully.
"Can I ask you something?"
Francesca released his hand and tilted her head, a faint, knowing smile on her lips. "Sure. What do you want to ask?"
Javier paused, rubbing his chin again, his expression turning slightly puzzled. "I want to ask about… hmm? Why did I forget what I wanted to ask?"
Francesca chuckled softly and slowly walked back toward the long couch, patting her lap gently. "Come here, Honey Bun~"
