Bleakbay, Morgras
The Clay Tunnel Bed and Bathhouse
By this time, the drunk guest's partner had crowded Reqiel as well, his partner grabbing a handful of Reqiel's hair. "No need to be shy, what man has such luxuriant hair?"
"And such a slender build?" The first man chimed in.
Fear bubbled up Reqiel's throat, realizing that the men were too drunk to listen to reason. He dunked into the water abruptly, startling the men enough for them to let him go. He immediately waddled over to Andras' side, the water nearly swallowing him up although it barely lapped at Andras' chest.
Andras was still unruffled, his head tilted back with his eyes closed although he could hear everything happening. He whipped his head up when he felt the Angel hold onto his arm; it was truly a sight to see an Angel rely on a Demon without conflict.
