At the end of it, he appreciated that she wasn't a horny freak. He wasn't just one of her toys. But she did seem a bit crazy and prideful. Experienced, but that pride made her look crazy, because even when she did or said something absurd, she did it with a straight face and absolute conviction that she was not in the wrong.
Everything is right and normal, she seemed to believe. This is completely fine.
Leon took a breath, steadying himself.
"I can cum," he said carefully. "But you must have seen, while you were spying on me, that I can't just cum from nothing. We do certain things for it."
For a moment—a bare fraction of a second—a slight redness bloomed across Xyra's cheeks. A blush, so quick that even Leon, standing right in front of her, didn't notice it for reasons he couldn't later explain.
Then her composure snapped back, and she blurted out:
"Are you trying to have sex with me?! Do those things as you do with your women?! Are you crazy?! Do you want to die?!"
