My Land, My Rules

Liliana would absolutely and categorically refuse to call you Beefcake, Gladio. Not unless it was followed up by an absurd surname like Thighpunch or Rockhead or something.

"My heart is warmed by your genuine and sincere apology," Liliana drawled, taking a sip of the weird drink he'd brought tonight. Which was absolutely the worst timing on her part, because he was already asking about what they were doing, which led to Liliana swallowing wrong and having a coughing fit instead.

Which, hey! Meant not having to answer, at least!

Listen, their relationship had worked perfectly well thus far without defining anything or talking about it, why change now?