Ain was flat, he crossed on a chest. "Intimate activities," concluded Ain without shame. "You immediately look for a life partner so you don't get jealous seeing people who already have a mate."
"Damn you." Alaric snorted. "King Aldo has prepared a blood collection ceremony. Call Zannie."
Ain's forehead frowned. "I don't remember agreeing to something this ridiculous."
"Then all your group members will be killed. You can be selfish, run away, or protect people." Alaric took a step closer to Ain's safe line. "One way doesn't work, we do another way." He pulled back, a smirk that seemed condescending in the way he stared.
"C'mon."
Ain turned around, the reflection in his eyes showed a neatly dressed Zannie holding his shoulder gently as if conveying an implied thought.
