Back in the manor, Leon kept eating.
Each bite was casual, almost lazy, as though the food wasn't laced with enough aphrodisiac to make a beast roll in heat.
Racheal's panic, sharp at first, had dulled into disbelief. Her emerald eyes followed every mouthful he took. 'Why isn't anything happening?' She had watched him consume far too much for this to be possible.
'Wait… did I even put it in?'
She second-guessed herself, memory hazy under the weight of shock. But no, she had. She remembered the pinch, the mix, the stir. It was in there. It had to be.
Then another thought struck her like a hammer. 'Is he… impotent?'
She couldn't be blamed. After all, Leon had taken in enough aphrodisiac to send an elf to the brink of madness- hopefully, yet his body gave no response. Not even the faintest stir.
"How are you not affected?" she whispered, the question slipping out before she realized it.
