Zell began walking towards the upper floors before Alizée grasped his hand and pulled on him, causing his body to lean toward her. "I've got you," she whispered in his ear as he looked down at her. He could see the worry in her eyes, but there was something else, too, something that made him want to take her away from this place immediately.
"Little dragon, your poor neck is all hurt..." Her fingers slid across his scarred neck, the teeth marks of Garnet still prominent as if they refused to heal.
"Ugh... don't poke it; the skin is bruised," Zell replied, his hand running through her soft blonde hair. Thankfully, most guests were long gone and upstairs while he gave her this little affection.
"You won't be able to join the meeting; what will you do? Go roam around or maybe go back and fuck that little white-haired midget? Fufu," Alizée smiled at him like a murderous tiger, her arms wrapping around his chest, placing her chin over his shoulder.
