Seraphiel, meanwhile, had appointed herself a new duty. With one of her man's hands devoted to his tea and the other, by all appearances, resting innocently on his lover's hip, someone clearly had to keep him fed, so she buttered a slice of bread, leaned across, and held it up to his mouth.
"Say aah~"
Quinlan bit into it without so much as glancing away from the sermon, and chewed like he was being handsomely rewarded for his crimes.
"Still, would you please tell my hopeless lover more, Eli?" Seraphiel propped her chin on her palm, eyes dancing between Elisabeth's sermon and Aurora's slowly unraveling posture. "He desperately needs your guidance. Spare no detail~"
"Don't call me that," came the instant scoff, followed by a satisfied smirk. "But at least someone at this table respects doctrine."
It took everything the cheeky elf had to keep her laughter back.
Kaelira made a strangled sound into her plate. "This can't be real..."
