[ It all sounds predictable enough on Rosefica's end, and reasonable enough on Eridanus'. Lucius listens, and as Eridanus presses his face firmer to Lucius' throat for comfort, he tips his head up to make room. He's barely conscious of what he's doing when he turns his chin, rubbing affectionately against the top of Eridanus' head. ]

And perhaps you would be right to. It sounds as if she doesn't care, if her punishment has you seeking comfort in the arms of the very man she felt so threatened by.

[ Short-sighted, Rosefica—and Lucius intends to take full advantage, of course. There is rarely a better time to drag a man deeper into depravity than when a loss has already driven him to despair. ]

Tell me, sweet beast: would she have allowed this, had you asked permission?