Ah, but you can’t prove it.
The thought was petty, but the pettiness made Fii feel vindicated and amused. Fii was the type to take his little pleasures where he could, even against pretty little things like this accuser, and she was a pretty little thing, albeit dressed a little too boyishly.
“Do what?” he repeated, head cocked to one side, continuing his act of innocence even as she gripped his wrist again. He let her. It amused him to.
Around them, the gathering crowd of curious onlookers grew larger. The crowd could soon be large enough to draw the attention of the law keepers, especially since they were standing on the doorsteps of one of the most prominent taverns in the city. Fii thought he could see the bronze tan of their armour out of the corners of his eyes.
Strangely, however, he was not worried. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, missus.”
She had no proof. Therefore, if he pretended ignorance long enough, the problem would go away. That was the way the world worked, even if the City Watch came right now.
“Is there a problem, gentlemen?” came a voice from beside them. It was a woman’s voice.
Fii did not look to the sides. The voice continued to speak, but Fii’s attention were fixated on the last word in that sentence. Gentlemen?
Never let it be said that Firelis Tvy’ern was not quick to learn. Now that his mind was on it, he could see that his accuser might not be a young missus at all. The height was there, but the curves were not. Then there was the set of the shoulders, and the knob on the neck -- Oh, Fii thought. A man.
A man who was soon claiming that Fii was his… boyfriend. Heh. How quaint. This was a first. Oh boy, his family would be horrified if this got back to them, but Fii found it absolutely hilarious.
The grin on Fii’s face grew wider as he listened, and a strange light lit in his eyes. The gauntlet had been thrown, and Fii could not resist the urge to play along. He had always been a mischievous little blight. This seemed too delightful a beartrap to jump over, and so he stepped into it with a cheery grin and eyes wide open.
“Very mean,” Fii nodded in agreement.
Then he moved closer towards the other boy, so close that his lips almost touched the other’s ear. He had to bend down slightly. Imitating the husky whispers of the acting troupes playing romance, he said, “But I can make it up to you, love.”
Something in him giggled like a little girl.