"You don't have to—" he started, but he sighed as I pulled one glove free from his cold hand, and then the other, removing the glamour. His horns dug into the upholstered ceiling and his eyes slid shut in relief. "I prefer this view of you," I reminded him. He huffed, broad nostrils flaring, and then sat up just long enough to lift my feet from the floor and pull them into his lap.
