The bastard began to laugh his ass off, enjoying the look on Malik's face.
"What do you—"
"Why do you remember me still? You love me more than her, eh? Ahahahhahahaha—of course—of course you do!"
"..."
Malik didn't respond, not at all understanding what had him so giddy.
"Sorry, but I don't swing that way, you knoooooow~. I've got four wives! And please, keep your preferences on the down low; you don't wanna get hunted down by some fanatics, yeah?"
After staring at him for a few long moments, Malik ignored all that he said and stated:
"You said you needed to stay here 'to ensure.'"
"Mhm."
"This was it."
"Yup."
Malik didn't move, but something in the air cracked.
Though he didn't quite understand what had gotten him so worked up, his will began to drown the room, dimming the natural light within, his presence too heavy for the space to hold.
Cyrus, not caring for that at all, took a long sip of his tea.
"Please don't wreck my place. I get it; you're on a high now."
