Damian stood at the edge of the bed, pulling on his trousers as he glanced back at Loth and Rah, who remained entangled beneath the sheets. Hesitation flickered in his eyes. The temptation to spend the rest of the night with them was strong, but he understood better than anyone how important it was to move quickly. Time was no longer a luxury he could afford.
"Seriously. Wearing your nightwear to meet a president is very improper, even if you are the Prince of Hell," Rin protested while Damian calmly buttoned up his shirt.
"Shut up."
Damian rolled his eyes.
Pa!
The next moment he was holding his cheek where Rin's tiny paw had smacked him.
Before the fox could react any further, Rah reached over from the bed, grabbed him from behind and lifted the little fox until they were face to face.
"No one abuses my husband," she glared at him menacingly.
Pa!
