Sera's nose wrinkled. "Your mom wanted you to get married when you were seventeen?" She didn't actually say the word ew but it was evident in her expression. "Who does that?" She'd heard about arranged marriages, of course, but that was something from way back, wasn't it? Not seven or eight years ago.
The way he guzzled the rest of his drink had her eyes widening, but she didn't comment. It was impressive, though, like everything else about him. Hashtag hearteyes.
"Well," she said when he told her he wanted to see her work. "You'll have to come up to my room for that." She put one hand on her hip, her posture languid. "That's where my artwork is. I draw or paint whatever I feel like at the time."