Prince Nikolai pulled back and stood straight as he smirked at him. He trailed his eyes at his copper-skinned body, up from his chest to his stomach, wondering how he had such a beautiful and athletic body. This prompted Rodion to feel conscious about his current state.
"My shirt was drenched in sweat, so I took it off for a while," Rodion confessed, then glanced over at the window where he had hung it to dry.
The prince began to strode in his direction, "You made a mess of my kitchen, what are you making?" he asked, tilting his chin up slightly to the direction of the pot.
Rodion scratched his temple, a little embarrassed as he glanced over the messy sink he had made.
"I decided to make you something to eat…but I think I messed up…"
