Wrath's expression goes through as much of a roller coaster as it ever could for someone who is so restrained. His eyebrows lift at the sight of the bag that does not remind him of Emilia's style in the slightest and which certainly does not fit in with the King and Queen of Hell's aesthetics, but then she is sending him that withering scowl before he can even get a word out.
He enjoys the sight of it in truth. His gaze falls to her mouth rather openly like he is thinking of devouring it entirely with his own, especially because when she turns to look back at him, her body presses against his own in the process. He can hear her heartbeat.
"I will check the remainder of the area," he says instead of all of the many words that run through his mind. They have a mission to do after all, and the bag does seem like it would come in handy. He knows Emilia misses Lily, and so he smartly keeps his mouth shut at present, turning to look through the rest of the area, following the scent of it in the air until he finds another container.
He opens this one and pulls out another herb, turning back to her. "...there is rosemary here."
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He enjoys the sight of it in truth. His gaze falls to her mouth rather openly like he is thinking of devouring it entirely with his own, especially because when she turns to look back at him, her body presses against his own in the process. He can hear her heartbeat.
"I will check the remainder of the area," he says instead of all of the many words that run through his mind. They have a mission to do after all, and the bag does seem like it would come in handy. He knows Emilia misses Lily, and so he smartly keeps his mouth shut at present, turning to look through the rest of the area, following the scent of it in the air until he finds another container.
He opens this one and pulls out another herb, turning back to her. "...there is rosemary here."