"Why are you doing this?" Cass couldn't stop his mouth. He was too flustered, and he'd never been in someone's lap before. This was too much, and he hated that he could feel the outline of his-
Cass wasn't going to think about it.
Even if he was sure his face was flaming and that Lord Vespertine was up to something. He needed to focus on something, anything else, besides the way the man's hands felt on his back, or the way that the carriage rocked subtly meant they were rubbing together even more.
Cass was still avoiding looking into his face, doing his best to not provoke him, or antagonize him. Cass was too weak. Way too weak. This was a problem. He'd never been this weak in his real body. Maybe he needed to start…working out or something. Get some meat on his bones.
