"Oh." Devon froze the second he opened the back door and saw Ambrose's and Valentine's dangerously intimate position.
The S-Rank blinked a few times.
Meanwhile, Ambrose stepped away from Valentine like his presence was his Kryptonite, faking a cough. He tried his best to avoid Devon's piercing golden gaze despite it being locked on him.
No one said a word for several seconds.
Then, "I was coming out to check on you," Devon forced a smile, eyes flitting over Valentine briefly before landing on Ambrose. "And to tell you that lunch was delightful. Looks like someone has been learning from my cooking skills."
Ambrose's cheeks reddened. "You say that as if I wasn't cooking meals for myself before I met you."
"Tch. I doubt it." Devon was so tempted to tease more but he could sense the tension between Rose and the Necromancer.
And as much as he'd like to interrupt out of sheer pettiness… he drew in all the self-respect and control he could and stepped back inside.
