Leo is warm after drinking blood, even if it isn't my blood.
I don't like this, but at least he didn't need to bite Dafina. There was all that complicated procedure, and he drank the blood from a wooden cup. Now, he's full of energy.
He leans the bags on the sofa when we enter the room, and his smile doesn't falter while reaching his desk, ready to work.
I sit on the armchair and pour a glass of water.
«Are you all right?» he asks me.
«Yes.» Why is he suspecting?
«You haven't talked much.»
«We spend together twenty-four hours a day. Do you expect me to talk for the whole time?»
«No,» he says, raising his brows. «But it's not like you. Are you feeling unwell? Or is it about the bond?»
«Never felt better. What about you?»
«Good.» He shrugs. «But I did feel better.»
I stare at him, waiting for clarifications that do not come.
«Aren't you curious about the clothes anymore?» he continues.
