The two of them sat across from each other at the small dining table in the suite's private lounge. Plates of steaming food sat untouched at first, Angel still fussing with her hair, clearly trying to hide her flushed cheeks. Xavier leaned back in his chair, sipping casually on his glass of water, eyes fixed on her with that same amused look he always wore when she got flustered.
"You know," Xavier said, stabbing a piece of meat with his fork, "the more you try to act natural, the more obvious it is you're embarrassed. Might as well accept it that you're cute when you're rattled."
Angel gave him a sharp look. "Eat your food and shut up."
He smirked. "I'll take that as a yes."
She ignored him, focusing instead on her plate. Xavier let her stew for a while, enjoying his meal, before finally asking, "So, about the auction—what time exactly? And will I get a pass or something for entry? How does everything work? I have never been to the underworld, let alone an auction."
