Leon asked softly, almost under his breath, "Should I return the favour?"
Normally, Riven would've leaned back, smirked, and said yes, obviously—because why not? But this time, he shook his head with a lazy smile. "I'm fine." He stood, stretched his arms overhead with a dramatic yawn, and turned to leave the room without so much as a backward glance.
Leon sat there frozen, blinking at the empty doorway. Fine? That was it? Fine? He didn't tempt him even a little? Leon's jaw tightened as indignation brewed. His hair was perfect, his shirt slightly rumpled, no, very dishevelled, and he showed a lot of skin!
Yet Riven just… Walked away?
