Really, it isn't Malleus' fault at all that he was unaware, that he didn't understand what Lilia was trying to offer in the first place. He should have been more clear with his intentions, more open about what he was offering, instead of being so unclear about it.

Being this close again, no matter if he was frustrated or if Malleus was flustered, with their eyes met-- oh, his own mind was wandering to places it shouldn't again. Not when Malleus had made his boundaries clear. Or, had he? Was he setting boundaries, when he didn't understand what Lilia was even suggesting...?

Breathing out a small sigh, Lilia lets go of all the frustration that built up. That's the thing about being so easygoing, the ease with which he can let go of certain emotions. Had he been a few hundred years younger, he might have held onto that frustration, that annoyance.

Now?

He smiles, his hand finally leaving Malleus' chest to instead let him pat his cheek gently.

"I'm glad I don't have to explain further." He should be pulling back, should be leaning back, but-- their eyes were locked, his gaze focused on Malleus'. How could he want to lean back again, when he could eat up this expression on the young prince's face?

Lilia doesn't do anything, doesn't make a move again, even if he easily could. He wants to see what-- if anything-- Malleus would do, now that he had the full picture.