"It means that after their stomachs are filled, they spend the night on the bed in sweet heated lovemaking."
Whoosh!
Moulin heard the sound of the wind. It was sharp. Drowning the lord's words. However, Moulin heard it clearly and he wasn't happy. He raised an eyebrow, a scoff almost escaping from his mouth.
"My Lord, It Is Just Dinner." Moulin hissed but a smile adorned his face, enlightened by moonlight. A chilly air began to surround the both of them. Hadrian smiled as he felt the rising abnormality around them.
Moulin continued, "Don't make me regret coming here. Your skills are quite awful..."
"Is it?" Hadrian laughed, "You might be the only person who thinks me like that."
"Are we going to eat?" Moulin snapped. He was slightly flushed with contained anger. He had no knowledge about the dining nonsense of nobles. Was it fabricated? Certainly, the lord has some skills about what to do to court a person. He was too straightforward.
