“Cassius. . .” He looks at me strangely, then. Teeth glint, lips widen. I brace myself to hear him say: “Why? I am only trying to fuck you.” He doesn’t need to respect me, if that’s all it is. What else would it be? I settle my jaw and wait, but Leo raises his hands to my shoulder. “I won’t. . . tempt you like that again,” he says. “At least, not when you’re on holy ground.”
