"Oh, you're still here?" Orga catches Dimitri at the balcony, staring at the sun as it sets south. When Dimitri notices him, he immediately smiles.
"Yes, my concubine is asleep. I'll clean everything as soon as we leave," he says.
Orga shrugs as he pulls out a cigarette from his pocket. He realizes he has forgotten his manners, seeing that Dimitri is observing him before handing him a pack of his favorite brand. "Wanna take one?"
"No, I don't smoke," he replies with a small smile. "Thank you for the offer."
Well, at least the alpha attendant has manners. Heck, he is surprised that he could casually talk to another man like this.
Perhaps, it's because Dimitri Greymound is known to control his heat and today's events proved him that.
Dimitri looks at the brand before he chuckles lightly. "That's to hide your pheromones, isn't it?"
"Yes, because you and your concubine are spreading your damn scent everywhere in my place."
