Seeing her get upset again, and in case she starts crying or gets a hot head and comes up with ideas like negotiating with the Old Man, he'd rather she doesn't see it!
He knows his own body well; this injury won't kill him.
"I..."
"You have a lot of energy, don't you?" Baron Lawrence flips over and pins her down, his hawk eyes dimming once again, but this time there's a spark that feels like it could ignite a wildfire, "If you're not going to sleep with me, we can do something that doesn't require sleep."
What he means by not needing sleep is making love. Enna's face turns beet red as she opens her mouth, "I'm worried about you..."
Damn, it's that line again!
The flame in Baron Lawrence's eyes is easily extinguished, his brows furrowed enough to pinch a fly, his face showing impatience. But he turns over and sits up, his back to her, taking off his shirt, "Look."
Enna knew it would be like this, her eyes not hiding the smile filling them as she sits up and looks at his back.
