But just as her fingers continued tracing his chest, Aestrea's eyes suddenly narrowed slightly.
Grip...
He grasped her wrist tightly, not enough to hurt her, but enough to remind her of who stood above whom.
His glowing red eyes bore into her.
"…You forgot one thing."
Isabella's brow twitched slightly at his words, but she didn't pull away.
Instead, she slid her other hand up along his chest, fingers tracing the faint outlines of his collarbone.
Her voice, smooth like honey over poison, spilled out again.
"Hm~? And what exactly did I forget?" she whispered, as if this were all still a game.
Aestrea tilted his head slightly, and then his lips curled up coldly.
"Everything your so-called divine body can absorb… the mana, the elements, the power…" he said slowly, "…all of them are useless to someone like me."
Her seductive expression faltered.
Aestrea continued, his eyes never leaving hers.
