Evening came went, a time of pouring over precise maps and dinner brought into the room. Vitruvion curled his lip as a maid opened the door without knocking and just started in with a room tray. It took Stare to sigh and hurry forwards to take it from her to spare the girl the god's annoyance. From there they found good food fit for them both, though the presentation between the two dishes made it clear whose was supposed to be whose.
Stare ate her more meagre meal with a grunt, the beauty of being a kenku allowing her the ability to find sustenance in anything, really. Therefore she ate fast and finished before he did, watching across the room as he savoured every morsel.
"Tomorrow we go back to where you were kept," he announced, as night darkness flooded the room from the large window in the front room.
Stare nodded as she got up to clear the dishes, then head into the smaller room.
"Hmm, no." Vitruvion suddenly said.
Vaguely surprised, and admittedly confused, she looked at him. He was shaking his head, and getting up slowly. Carefully he began to undo the buttons of his jacket.
"That piece of a failure they call a bed through there would do you, but you are better off in there, wth me," he nodded at the main bed.
He brows rose and she stared, immediately recoiling inwards and hugging her body.
He shook his head, snorting with amusement. "No, I do not require sex, Stare,. In fact I don't want that from you. I promise not to seek it of you again. But I require company, and you are not a stranger to this arrangement before."
Her breath escaped from her lungs, "... But ..."
Vitruvion turned his back to her and simply started to undress to his under-trousers ignoring her completely now. Uneasily she huffed through her nostrils, clacked her tongue against the inside of her mouth and stood there for some time. Agitated she watched as he stripped down to his bare, sculpted chest and he moved into the bed, throwing back the covers with a single movement. As he climbed into the duvet he looked at her and then chuckled at her expression.
"For Ansaldo's sake, girl. Get in and be quiet about it."
Using his father's name as a curse meant he was serious. Desire for company or otherwise Stare did not want to share a bed with him that night considering the way he had treated Nevin, but he was right - she was not a stranger to it. Uncomfortably she shrugged off her corded belt, and shifted slowly out of her outer tunic before standing there, gazing at him for a final time.
He snuggled deeper into the covers and elegantly threw open the side closer to her. Indeed, the plush interior was far more inviting than the aged cotton sheets of the other room. Grunting quietly sheoved over, dropping her gaze and willingly sliding into the bed. There were a few moments only before his heat was at her back and an arm slid around her form, pulling her closer.
"You are mine, make no doubt ever of that, my dear," he whispered by her ear.
She closed her eyes and curled into a lose foetal position.
"Yes, my lord," she mockingly replied. "You know, anyone else would find this whole picture creepy."
And he grinned, moving his form to gently cuddle.
"I'm not everyone, am I now?"
And she rolled her eyes before she closed them. His smile grew.
"Goodnight, Stare," he said.
But she was already drifting.
