"Alright, back to the problem at hand. I know it's bad that the King, presumably at this point, invaded Fiona's house and took her things, but why is it such a big deal? What am I missing?" Edgar asked, turning everything back to the original point.
Cass swallowed, then took a moment to gather himself. He was still blushing, still sweating, with Edgar still wrapped around him like a leach, but Cass had no desire to shake him off. It was strange, but Cass was…content.
Cass refused to look too closely at that point.
