For the first time ever I saw a hint of anger in Noctus. His lips were set like marble, and there was something within him that seemed to glow—like a star preparing to explode. “It’s a conjecture!” Aristide said. “Who knows, maybe they also hand fed her chicken. The point is, you need to respect her boundaries!”
heh ... if he ever learns/accepts who she is, THEN finds out how she was routinely treated .... Oo.... heads will roll.
