"Asher, I am going too." Ewan declared, his voice taking on a slightly whiny, petulant tone. He pouted, his lower lip jutting out as he tugged relentlessly on the hem of Asher's tunic: "I have been stuck in this house for days. I am going to die of boredom. My heat is practically over, the biological readings are stable. Let me come with you. Besides, the Slimes need to get out and absorb some raw environmental energy to increase their elemental density. They are stagnating in here."
Ewan unleashed a barrage of arguments, speaking rapidly to prevent Asher from getting a word in edgewise. He looked up at the tall man with wide, shimmering eyes, his expression a masterclass in manipulation. His lips remained in that pitiful pout, signaling that if Asher dared to refuse, Ewan was prepared to burst into tears right there on the floorboards.
