'Eh? Isn't he... focusing on the wrong thing?'
Florian blinked, eyebrows furrowed as he looked up at Heinz, whose entire expression had morphed into something furious in the blink of an eye. Without hesitation, Heinz dropped to one knee before him, grabbing him firmly by the arms.
"Answer me," Heinz demanded, his voice sharp and filled with tension. "He kissed your forehead? When was this?"
Florian blinked again, still trying to keep up.
"Yes? Did... I not mention it?" he replied, uncertainty lacing his voice. "During the second time the strange man approached me, when you, uh..." He glanced awkwardly at Cashew, who stood frozen nearby with a look of concern. "...inspected me for any magical marks, or whatever that was called..."
Heinz's eyes narrowed dangerously. The brief flicker of surprise on his face was quickly replaced by something far darker.
"You didn't mention that he kissed your forehead."
