[Khamu'wo's eyes linger once more, but with a silent curse under his breath, he looks back to his papers. Pretending that something important that escaped his notice suddenly became clear within their documentation.]
I see. So—one could wager this is a plot to follow after your crowning, then?
[Instinctively his eyes fell to the carbuncle that once seemed to plead for his help, now clearly stabbing him in the back by snuggling up to the inappropriate amount of skin Alfeoux chose to share.
With a tight jaw, Khamu'wo looks back to his papers. Clearing this throat, he speaks again, but with an obvious edge that was not there before:]
Pray, cover yourself. This is a place for learning, not lechery.
[That last word is dripping with disgust and judgment, almost as if a candle had been blown out, leaving nothing but the cold, unfriendly dark that the warm glow of its flame once fought off.]
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I see. So—one could wager this is a plot to follow after your crowning, then?
[Instinctively his eyes fell to the carbuncle that once seemed to plead for his help, now clearly stabbing him in the back by snuggling up to the inappropriate amount of skin Alfeoux chose to share.
With a tight jaw, Khamu'wo looks back to his papers. Clearing this throat, he speaks again, but with an obvious edge that was not there before:]
Pray, cover yourself. This is a place for learning, not lechery.
[That last word is dripping with disgust and judgment, almost as if a candle had been blown out, leaving nothing but the cold, unfriendly dark that the warm glow of its flame once fought off.]