Deklan clicked his tongue in displeasure.
It was not fair for the system to keep detailed logs like this, as that would not allow him to manipulate himself that he was a saint. He couldn't feel good about himself for believing what he wanted to believe, and that's annoying as fuck.
Not giving a specification about the system was a mistake on his part.
Had the system been robotic, this wouldn't have happened.
"Keep those kinds of thoughts to yourself, Marsha. If you say that to a guy, you're only putting yourself into trouble," Deklan blinked and focused on Marsha again. "Any guy would be tempted if you say that. I'm sure you didn't mean it anything like that, but still…"
"Are you tempted, young master…?" Marsha asked.
She stepped closer, too close, looking up at him with innocent curiosity in her eyes.
At this moment, she was barely a step away from Deklan to the point he could smell her scent.
A distinct, natural scent that he really liked.
