Elias quickly covered Amaira's boobs with the wet sheet and an irritated expression took his features as he spoke between gritted teeth, "Didn't I tell you to turn around?"
"I-I'm sorry, I swear I didn't see anything," Eros said at two times speed as he turned around. His eyes found the painting again and curiosity overpowered his fear of Elias plucking his eyes out if he turns around again.
"The painting above the fireplace," he started. "Is it of Lady Anna?"
Eros' words certainly reached Elias' ears but he didn't hear them at all; he was too focused on warding off perverted thoughts as he once again uncovered Amaira's upper half.
His face flushed slightly as he stared like a hungry beast at her well-endowed chest. He reprimanded himself greatly in his head for being such a pervert and for entertaining lewd thoughts while they were facing a crisis.
