Andrey's grip on the steering wheel tightened as Morgana's fingers traced a slow, deliberate path along his thigh. The van hummed steadily beneath them, the city lights blurring past the windows.
"Then that means he's the main leader of these demons," Andrey said, keeping his voice steady despite the distraction.
Morgana's red eyes gleamed with a mix of amusement and something deeper. "You could say that, Master. He's the one pulling the strings behind most of the operations we've encountered." Her fingers continued their slow exploration, her touch light but deliberate. "Anyway..." a sly smile curved her lips. "You've been giving rewards to the others, haven't you?"
"It's not just obligation," Andrey replied, his ears reddening slightly. "I'd be lying if I said I didn't like it. But the system does force the timing."
