Now that Shae’s alone, he’s able to admit that maybe sex isn’t the solution to everything. He’s glad they fucked—truly, viscerally glad—but his desperation and urgency were driven by anxiety as much as desire. He doesn’t like being near people who hate him. He doesn’t like thinking that other paladins might be around with a claim on Arthur’s time and attention. At least instead of just being anxious, now he’s well-fucked and anxious.
