Quinlan raised his finger. His breath came admirably steady despite the exhaustion weighing down his limbs. The incantation was already at the tip of his tongue when three voices broke out in perfect chorus.
"Don't exert yourself!" Ayame, Aurora, and Jasmine cried together. "Dummy!" Jasmine added for bonus effect.
Blossom, sitting pressed against him like a loyal hound on his side that wasn't occupied by the yandere Hexwitch, tilted her head up and gazed at him with begging puppy eyes. Her ears drooped low while her fluffy tail curled around his hip as if to hold him in place. "Master…"
But Quinlan only smiled in response to their worries. The three human women were forced to notice how his lips tugged upward into that infuriatingly confident curve they knew him for.
A bragging declaration was coming from their man; they all felt it.
"I recover quickly, keeping me exhausted for long is a herculean task. My girls should know that better than anyone."
