[ spoken like a true crown prince. whether Callisto would be the protagonist or the villain, she isn't sure, but he's undoubtedly a character who is never stopped by an obstacle in his path. that isn't Rudbeckia's lot in life; not the villainess in the novel, nor the girl who possesses her body. You can just do as you please. that has never been true. novel or not, she's still a side character. if she pushed her luck like that, she would definitely die.

if he's giving her permission to be a little more bold, though, then she should take the opportunity to make some kind of progress on her fangirl image. it'll backfire eventually, she's sure; she just wants to know she'll be thrown away when that day comes, rather than killed. ]

Thank you, principe. You're so generous. [ the lock of hair Callisto had reached for gets tucked behind her ear, and she smiles at him, tentative but warm. ] I'm not a greedy person, but... In that case, am I allowed to like you as much as I want?

[ it's direct: she doesn't demur or feign shyness, her gaze meeting his, guileless and innocent. it isn't a confession, because she clearly doesn't expect reciprocation. she asks like she really is requesting permission and nothing more than that. ]