** Content Warning: Sexual Activity **
"Good morning, Elle," Tycondrius returned a short salute before offering an upward palm forward.
Elle furrowed her brows, focusing on his hand-- unsure of what to do, "I... err... I... ah...? Where... is your shirt?"
"It got dirty," Tycon rolled his eyes, "Here is where you take my hand."
"But I..." The girl pulled her arms close to her chest, "I... need to report to... m-my..."
"Nope," Tycon snatched her wrist, tugging gently.
While he normally wouldn't want to inconvenience a professional Immunes trying to do her job... he was in a sour mood and feeling somewhat selfish.
He guided Elle deeper into the fortress at a brisk pace, searching for an important enough Highblade that could accede to his requests.
She did not pull away, though she had plenty of opportunities to.
That was consent enough.
