Serene's eyes darted nervously between the elf and her Young Master, her hands clutching her maid dress tightly.
"Y-Young Master…" she whispered under her breath, her eyes wide with concern.
Luka ignored her, keeping his gaze locked on the elf, whose expression twisted into a scowl.
"It's mine when I say it's mine," the elf growled, slamming his palm onto the wooden surface.
The table shook under the force.
His hand lingered there, fingers splayed out as if marking territory.
Luka raised both eyebrows, clearly unimpressed.
"Wow, you must be real proud of yourself, huh? Walking around, declaring ownership over random pieces of wood."
He chuckled, taking another casual bite of his fruit, chewing with exaggerated slowness.
"Tell me, you claim the floorboards too? Maybe the air we're breathing? I don't want to intrude on your property."
A few nearby elves paused in their tracks, watching the exchange with interest, whispers beginning to ripple through the crowd.
