"We're not f*cking," Romulus instantly rejected.
"But why not!? Just think about it! Under this tension and with the pretty lights from that Witch B*tch's aura, getting down and frisky right now would be so romantic! Come on~ for old times sake~"
Romulus pushed her sneaky hands away from his pants. "Why are you even so close to me right now? Did getting that pink hair and those pretty eyes make you disabled or something?" He said in a low growl, clearly annoyed.
"Y-You…" Frostella mumbled. "You think my eyes are pretty!?" was all she retained from what he said.
'Jesus f*ck…'
