The moment he finished speaking, Celeste Grant slapped him on the head.
"What was that? How dare you complain."
After hitting him, she twirled a lock of his hair between her fingers. She leaned in close with a wicked cackle. "Old Fiend Sinclair, you have a smart mouth that's just begging for trouble."
She was so close that her breath tickled Javier Sinclair's ear. His ears turned slightly red, but he said, "I wouldn't dare. I was just making an analogy. Besides, you were the one who said 'rusty brain,' my dear. I certainly didn't."
Celeste Grant wrapped her arms around his neck. "Let's go, let's go back to our room now. I'm in a hurry."
As soon as she said it, a Demon Cultivator happened to be passing by down the hall. The cultivator stumbled upon hearing her words and bowed slightly. "Please, continue, Exalted One. Your subordinate saw nothing." Then, in a flash, they vanished.
