Silas: Oh? How much do you like them, witchling? The bubble with three dots had appeared and disappeared at the bottom several times before she’d finally sent her reply. Ivy: Enough to get turned on just watching you roll your shirt sleeves up or when you flex your forearms lifting something. Silas had almost purred like a smug leopard during his meeting with his club managers. Thankfully, they’d been too busy arguing over drink menu changes to notice.
