"Don't you like your tongue anymore?" Leo questioned, his eyes cold.
Eden smiled. "No, not at all."
"Then don't waste my time," Leo expressed. "I don't have the whole time in the world to waste on your silly jokes."
Eden shrugged. "It might not be a joke... who knows." He now brought his legs up on the table.
Eden crossed his legs on the table. His bare legs on the table, with his robes parted.
Damien's eyes fell on Eden's legs. He blinked at the sight of the fair legs that were being flaunted by Eden on the table.
Leo's eyes went wide in shock for a while as he stared at Eden. "What do you think you're doing?"
Eden relaxed without saying a thing.
"This is a dining table. And so you should follow the ethics behind it," Leo instructed.
"It's not that deep. I'm just relaxing. You needed answers for the message you sent me? Well, let's get serious now." Eden smiled. "I'll tell you what you want to hear."
Leo paused, his eyes moving from Eden's legs to his face.
