The Power of Pudding

There was no other explanation.

And another thing—

What was with this whole "susceptible to pleasure" and "easy to sway" talk?!

Rocco was not weak to pleasure!

He was a strong boy!

Yes! A very strong boy!

Sure, if someone tickled him, he might laugh uncontrollably.

And yeah, if someone poked at his belly or squeezed his arms, he might turn into a bit of a puddle.

But that was normal, right?!

That didn't mean he was weak.

That just meant he reacted a little faster than most people, that's all!

As Rocco was busy mentally reaffirming his own strength while chewing his food, Laxus suddenly spoke in a calm, almost affectionate tone.

"I'm sorry, Rocco. I may have rushed things a bit."

Laxus gave a soft smile.

"Now that I think about it… You love me. And I love you. So there's no real need to hurry, is there? We can take our time."

"Huh? Uh… yeah…?"