"Even if you are the last person left on earth, I will still not marry you!" Lucas said with anger and confidence. Arthur folded his hands in front of his chest and smirked. "Is that a challenge, sweetheart?" "Think whatever you want." Lucas said, feeling frustrated already. Arthur smirked as he came ahead and closed his distance with Lucas, who took a step back, but his chin was grabbed by Arthur's thumb and forefinger as he spoke with a smile, "You just declared a war honey and I never loose. I, Arthur, promise you that the next time I touch you it will be on our wedding day." Lucas smirked back, "That will never happen." "Let's see."