Roxana put a hand on Jax's shoulder.
"What the hell are you teaching this child, Professor?"
Jax blinked innocently. "What? Don't you see that's some noble etiquette right there."
She stared at him in disbelief.
"I don't think that looked like etiquette."
"It's different." Jax waved his hand dismissively. "This involves teaching etiquette to other nobles. And that's exactly what she did. Flawlessly, I might add."
Roxana sighed heavily. The horror still lingered in her eyes.
She turned to the little girl.
"Emily, what are you doing here? And why are you away from the Headmistress?"
Before Emily could open her mouth, Jax interrupted.
"Oh, by the way. What were you saying earlier? This little one, I mean Emily, is Lysandra's daughter?" His eyebrow raised suggestively. "Don't tell me someone actually dared to reach their dick to her—"
He stopped mid-sentence.
His gaze fell on Emily's curious face staring up at him.
'Maybe not the best topic in front of the child.'
