Lyra flashed a smile, albeit a bit stiff, upon seeing Duke Kleo come and sit right beside her, exuding bubbling happiness. His face, which looked very fresh after taking a bath, as well as the smell of soap and other moisture, reminded her of something.
Her face was lowered, feeling her thoughts were too perverted.
"Are you sure you don't want to work after taking a shower?" Lyra asked pleasantly. "Usually someone will get more inspiration after a shower."
"Yes," nodded Duke Kleo. "And my inspiration is you." Chuckling, he bit his lip while his eyes locked onto her luscious, moist lips.
The sun ruled the horizon, kicking the clouds that curled like cotton, leaving thin patches like scattered sand. The fresh wind blew away the hot day.
"So what do you do when I'm not in Wereal? The servants say you didn't do anything bad, but the only person who knows that is yourself," he added.
