Thorin's face turned crimson. He stuttered, clutching the blanket as he tried to find an excuse. "I, um… It's—"
"Wait, you were?" Riona's shocked face blew another punch to Thorin's already embarrassed self.
He turned around, adjusting the sheets and the blanket to manage his embarrassment. "So what? Can't werewolves enjoy their time however they want? Must I endure your degrading comments about our ways of life?"
Thorin pouted and continued his protest, "The flowers are fragrant, and I was simply enjoying the scent. Is there anything wrong with that?"
Riona raised her hands in a gesture of surrender. "Alright, alright. It's not my place to judge you."
She took a seat on the sofa without waiting for Thorin to offer one. They had become so close that Riona felt comfortable enough to do this.
It was surprising that Riona could act like herself without filtering her behavior or minding her manners the way she had to around other vampires.
