[ Claude Aubert, a three-decade bottle of emotions and affection. Iona's in for a treat.
As always, he's smarmy. His calm eyes betray very little of the fact that his heart's been beating three times too fast for him to be comfortable, but his rise in temperature can't be concealed thanks to Iona's hands on him.
Not exactly as planned. ]
—Oh?
[ Time to retaliate. He hums under his breath, seemingly unconcerned. ]
What did you presume I did during those sleepless nights?
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As always, he's smarmy. His calm eyes betray very little of the fact that his heart's been beating three times too fast for him to be comfortable, but his rise in temperature can't be concealed thanks to Iona's hands on him.
Not exactly as planned. ]
—Oh?
[ Time to retaliate. He hums under his breath, seemingly unconcerned. ]
What did you presume I did during those sleepless nights?