While the mermaid’s perfect breasts were indeed the most beautiful things in his sight, the knight’s gaze drifted onto the golden ass that subtly shone under the fluctuating locks of Alice’s hair. Why the man with odd-colored skin was upset due to his observation, he couldn’t tell, but the accusation about the knight’s mother had to be corrected.<br/><br/>“My wife looks nothing like my mother,” he noted at the man, who had unlikely never seen either of them. What an odd thing to say. If the knight had regarded some things better left unimagined, he might have shaken his head like any normal man would to take one’s mind off the soft bosom of one’s mother, but to him it was a happy memory that he held onto for as long as it lasted. The smell of tea made him glance up towards the sun that wasn’t there.<br/><br/>“It’s tea time already?” the White Knight asked the cat and took loud steps of metallic clatter for a seat among his feline companions, “May I have a cup, please?”<br/><br/>From there, the view of Alice’s behind was even clearer, and had he found it inappropriate to stare at a woman’s bare bottom, he might have shaken his head and made a sharp remark on the tea for distraction. He didn’t. A sweet scent of honey reminded him that he liked his tea with it, and as he was about to ask the cat for a jar, faint memories from the cave emerged from his subconsciousness as the same pheromones he had inhaled there flowed through his nostrils. The full body armor of white gold continued to shine as usual as if there was nothing going on underneath it.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>