I once again let a pulse of cold intimidation roll off me, with the darkness in my eyes deeper this time.
In effect, he closed one eye and folded instantly.
"A-Apologies, Silver-sama," he said, bowing his head just enough to show reverence. "Please… use me as you see fit."
A slow, satisfied smile spread across my lips as he said that.
"After all," he added very delicately, almost completely out of earshot, "you were the one who deflowered me the first time we met."
"Don't say 'deflowered' like that!" I clicked my tongue again and started to complain. "it makes me sound like some evil villainess. I have real fans out there reading this novel, you know? Can't go plummeting my fan base with baseless reports!"
I completely removed his clothes now and he stood there like a fine statue carved from holy stone; ah, every line of muscle was perfectly defined, and every shadow falling exactly where it should, gleaming faintly in the amber glow of the evening lanterns.
