Caius asked me if I would like to talk in the courtyard, but I snorted laughter and declined that offer.
There wasn’t really anywhere I wanted to talk to him; the courtyard was a reminder of the fact I had made the ridiculous decision to sleep with him, my bedroom felt like it was my only personal space in the world, the dining room with the huge mural on the wall felt like the gladiatorial ring to me after I was cornered there, and his own room… it was probably still occupied by whoever he had been in there with when I went there.
I suggested that we just go wherever he had been heading when I interrupted him, and he flashed a smile that was both disarming and a little concerning.
I found out why that was when we got to the room, but I kept a straight face when he opened the door to r
