"I'll add it to the list. Right after stopping being insufferable."
[Emotionally honest, my tail,] Vitaliara muttered.
Lucavion stretched one leg lazily over the couch arm and let out a half-yawn. "You say that like you want a heartfelt confession. Do you want me to cry on the rune-lit floor and whisper about my feelings?"
[Only if you want me to evaporate out of sheer secondhand embarrassment.]
He snorted again, drumming his fingers against the armrest. "Good. Because the only thing I feel right now is mildly itchy."
[Then take the suit off, genius.]
"I was going to," he said, finally pushing himself upright with a grunt. "Eventually."
[Eventually implies you were going to sleep in it.]
Lucavion didn't dignify that with an answer. He stood, stretching his arms above his head, the fabric pulling tight across his shoulders before he started unfastening the high collar of the banquet jacket.
