[ lumine gives him a flat look, in disbelief that a guy like him who supposedly kills and does hits for a living for his family, could pout like a toddler denied of his toy. what a baby. she almost wonders if he shows this face to his men, and if he does, what do they think? ]

Then why aren't you sleeping?

[ isn't he the one who is in need of rest here? after all, he almost just died ... something she doesn't really want to dwell on for too long or think about, really. because for some reason, that is even more painful than getting beat up by a god.

in any case, she fights the temptation to find his lock of hair again, instead mulling over his words. ]

We can't have sex in this place, anyway. Aether's staying downstairs, and Tubby, too.