“Are your ass cheeks freezing?” Konstantin coughs. “What?” Cough. “My—” Cough. “What?” I smirk at his discomfiture. “Didn’t your pants rip when you sat down earlier?” “Oh.” The corners of his mouth hook up ever so slightly. “I do believe it’s the first time anyone has enquired after my ass. Much less worried about it being cold.” “I’m considerate like that.”
