Cosmo washed up and changed into a purple robe that was wide at the front. His long black traces rested gently on his shoulders. The robe did little to hide his chest which had traces of fading muscles.
Despite his sickly appearance, he seemed to have been keeping fit before he was bedridden. He walked towards huge floor to ceiling mirror attached to his wall and stood waiting for a while.
A few minutes later, he heard the familiar sound of the door opening. He smiled gaze fixed on the mirror. Magnus stepped behind him, his arms resting on his Lord's waist.
His mask was gone but the hooed cloak still hid his face from the man who yearned to see it again. "May I get the honour of you again? I know that I have already used up today's quarter but I can't help wanting to see you."
