Darius dabbed at the stained pants with his handkerchief, but ultimately it was useless, doing little more than soaking up some excess liquid.
He had a better way to deal with the rest of the clothes, but first, he needed to bring Xion back to their carriage.
So, he tossed a bunch of gold coins on the table.
"That should cover the bill," he murmured, almost as if to himself, as if he wasn't sure, though his gaze never once left the flushed figure pretending to slump limply in his lap.
Ah, his darling little healer thought he could play dead and escape.
How adorable.
Darius let his fingers drift higher, grazing Xion's nape, feeling the faint tremble in his muscles.
Such a bad performer, really. The tips of his ears were already pink, and his breath hitched just slightly as he leaned in.
"If you are asleep, does that mean I can kidnap you?" Darius' voice was tinged with an obvious hint of teasing.
