Haru stood up and walked toward Chronia.
"Stop." She said, knowing exactly where his eyes were going to land before he even got close. "You want to grab my breasts."
It wasn't a question.
They were soft beneath the white dress she wore, purity and delicacy combined in a way that seemed specifically designed to make men stupid. Haru knew it was designed that way. That didn't stop him from looking.
He sat beside her anyway, really close, almost touching the throne, and raised his face.
He didn't look disoriented, like he had the other times.
"Needless to say... a Goddess capable of messing with the flow of time and giving mortals a second chance... can't exactly stop me from touching your breasts."
"..."
"So I can conclude." He said aloud. "That you can't kill me. Even if I stood up right now and tried to hurt you, the only thing you could do would be to end the conversation. Send me back to my body."
