"Absolutely the fuck not," he responds easily, the space both need to travel to actually be conspiratorial given the height difference of their chosen bodies is ridiculous (comical). "You and I are questing rivals."
"If you could call it a rivalry," she idles. To anyone else it might sound innocent and unassuming, but he knows her too well. "Come on. I want to have a little fun."
"That's what you said last time," he drawls, unimpressed. "And because of your tantrum, you were without my sterling company for a century as a result," he tisks. "But fine, ladies first."
THREADS: Alastair & Bee
THREADS: Alastair & Bee
THREADS: Alastair & Bee