"The beauty was in your lack of awareness." Bastien teased back, smiling to himself. As much as he was making fun of her, Rexanna still really was beautiful even with her tongue sticking out (or with mussed up hair, or when she was sleeping deeply with her mouth just a little open).
Her approval of Neron was a little surprising, but he accepted it, shrugged. Perhaps he would like the Warden - perhaps he would not. Either way, Rexanna's opinion was enough for the man's elite status to not matter too much in his initial judgement. "I don't know if prudish is the word I would choose for Zariah, though admittedly the ones I would choose are not appropriate for polite company."
Laughing, he languidly stretched himself out, curving his body over the edge of the couch. "Try a few different angles. When the historians want to know the shape of my buttocks, well, they will know."
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