Hearing the truth about the Lunar God from Alora eased Magnus's worries. However, when she praised the god's looks, it sparked a pang of jealousy within him.
"Are you suggesting that this Lunar God is more handsome than me?" Magnus asked, pouring water over her shoulder and down her back.
"I can't deny the truth," Alora murmured, setting aside the soap after lathering it on his chest.
"Alora, you can't compliment another man's looks in front of me," Magnus said, his tone filled with frustration and playful admonishment. "Do you understand?"
"Hmm. But if someone is beautiful, shouldn't we be able to compliment them?" Alora asked, holding the mug of water.
"No. I don't find anyone beautiful except for you," Magnus stated firmly.
Alora blushed at his words. She poured the water over his chest and then moved away from him. The pool was divided into two halves, so they shifted to the other side to sit in the warmth of the water for a while.
