"Are you alright?"
Before Gwenu could even finish wrapping her head around what Sylas had just said, Cassarae appeared by her side and looked up at Sylas. She seemed some cross between upset and worried, like she could either launch a grenade from her hip or start crying at any moment now.
Knowing her, it was certainly the former.
Sylas looked over. "Am I not standing?"
"Tell me, Sylas Brown. What would it take for you to not be an asshole, hm?" she spoke, her glare intensifying.
Sylas reached over and swept her waist into an arm, stealing a kiss before she could react.
Cassarae blinked as he pulled back. Looking into Sylas' eyes, it seemed like he couldn't sense any of the ridicule at all. He really, well and truly, didn't care.
He had never cared.
It was hard for others to wrap their heads around it, but Sylas felt like he had been dealing with all of this ridicule all his life.
