[ she doesn't move from her spot, the expression of annoyance lingering on her face as if daring him to lie to her. his surprise looks genuine, at least, but she can't tell if it's surprise because she suddenly bulldozed into the study like someone on a warpath or surprised because of the hickey on the back of her neck. still, lumine looms over him across the desk, unrelenting.

it doesn't bode well for him, either, that his excuse sucks. so much so that she can't help but repeat it word by word, syllable by syllable like she's spitting out fire. ]

You sucked my neck in your sleep. You sucked my neck in your sleep.

[ what, even she looks confused over that. make it make sense to her, ajax! ]

How is that even possible? [ she just doesn't understand. and he's claiming that he did it in his delirious stare. again, make it make sense to her, ajax. ] Are you a baby who needs to suck something in order for you to fall asleep? Is this something that you do with the girls you sleep with?