He crunched into his pile of apple-cheese-bread, slurping up a deluge of juices that spilled from the corners of his mouth. “Wow, stunning,” Cylvan mumbled. “Remember earlier when I said you cleaned up nicely? I take it back.” “Hm. We’ll see if you still feel that way in the morning,” Saffron muttered, licking juice off his thumb and giving Cylvan a knowing look. “I’ve been told I’m hard to resist with other things dripping down my chin.” “Al—right,” Cylvan wheezed, hunching over and putting a hand up in defense.
