Jeanne looked at Losa's expression: "Tut, why do you look so disappointed? That wolf princess is quite beautiful, she should be right up your alley."
Losa sneered: "You're talking as if I'm some lecher with lust as my sole driving force."
Really, if that were the case.
Would I still be sleeping alone on that bed?
You'd all have to take maternity leave for me!
Thinking of this, Losa stroked the stubble on his chin—am I being too timid? By this point, the intimacy should be up to par, right?
But saying directly that we should sleep together seems too abrupt.
If I just reach out to touch, what if I get slapped?
Prajna gently picked up her wine cup, sipped it, using the wooden cup's lip as a shield, glancing at Losa unnoticed, then quickly put it down, flipping through the pages.
Jeanne raised an eyebrow: "Hans, what do you think?"
