Sylred takes in his expression. “You feel it, too?” “Like if Scratch were here, you’d bend her over the drink table and fuck her ’til she can’t walk?” Evert supplies. Sylred groans and fixes his pants again. Ronak just nods, although it looks painful. “Aww, you’re all lusting after me?” I ask, ecstatic. “I knew it! You totally like me. Now be clever genfins and figure this out.”
