Even when Rex roasted him with all kinds of words that came not in this fantasy world... Mordecai was stuck in his own world, enjoying the massage.
Pavellia, for her part, had noticed Rex the moment he cleared the entrance threshold. Especially all the roast words he just said.
Her eyes focused on the Lustful Villain mask with the keen attention of someone conducting a recognition check. Within two seconds, she found what she was looking for, and her posture shifted.
It wasn't alarm—it was an adjustment, a recalibration of someone who had been engaged in one task and now recognized that a different response was necessary.
Mordecai felt her adjustment through the change in pressure on his shoulders, and his head came up.
"Hm...?" Mordecai glanced at the person Pavillia was looking for. "W-what's wrong, Pavilia...?"
And then he saw Rex.
For a moment, he did nothing but acknowledge the presence. 'Oh... fuck...'
