Riven chuckled, the sound infectious. "Well, you are a king. Shouldn't you cater to your loyal subjects?" He stepped closer, his eyes sparkling with mischief, but there was an underlying sincerity in his tone that made Leon's heart skip a beat.
"Didn't you say I am not your King?" Leon asked seriously, though he meant to tease.
"Potato-Potahto... Speaking of, make me potatoes." Riven exclaimed and walked towards the kitchen.
Leon sighed dramatically, though the corners of his mouth twitched upwards. "Fine, I'll cook for you."
Riven's grin widened, and he stepped inside, the air between them filling with an electric anticipation. "I knew you couldn't resist," he quipped, and Leon couldn't help but roll his eyes.
As Leon moved to the kitchen, Riven followed closely.
