Isaac and Sword Empress made a few more comments about the upcoming training and the way the new summon recruits were living.
After a while, their talked ended. Sword Empress looked at him.
She didn't say anything.
The meaning behind her gaze was clear enough. She was asking him to leave.
Isaac coughed into his fist and shifted his weight.
'Alright. Time to ask her about that,' he thought, taking a quiet breath to steady himself.
"Is there something you want to say?" Sword Empress asked, picking up the cues.
"I do. It's… a rather personal matter."
"Go ahead. I'm listening," she said, already having an idea about what it was.
Isaac hesitated for half a second, then pushed through it. "I noticed recently that my saliva is… addictive. It increases sensitivity and works like an aphrodisiac. That part isn't really the problem. The issue is the 'addiction' part. I don't want that. Do you know any medicine or potion that can help people build resistance to it?"
