Earlier before midnight.
Office, Theodore mansion.
Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.
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Lydia went to bed immediately after dinner because Theodore had made love to her so thoroughly, he got energised while she rested.
She had been busy the whole day, he needed to relieve her and give her an enjoyable exercise instead.
Theodore was now downstairs in his office going through some work when the dark wooden door swung open. A dark sillohuote stepping inside with a bit unsteady steps, drew Lord Theodore's attention from the files settled on the table in front of him to find Conan carelessly settling on the stool in his office.
"Where were you?" he asked with a frown.
Conan ran his hand through his dark blonde hair before answering "Around town" he held a paper tightly in his hand.
Theodore narrowed his eyes at him. "Are you drunk?"
"Are you married?" he sassed "Of course I'm drunk, slightly"
