He did not so much as blink. He did not even look ashamed of staring at her compromised status.
Shameless!
How is it that he doesn't even look particularly apologetic for standing there with his coffee while she stood half naked before him, scandalised enough if it were the 18th century?
"You are shameless," she declared, her face going red so quickly that she could feel the heat rising. "A pervert. A complete—"
Cassian interrupted before she could build sufficient insult. "You are hurting my feelings again." He laid one hand against his chest with tragic solemnity. "I suppose I shall need a cigarette. I told you not to wound me like this."
Cixi stared at him in incredulity.
The man had entered her room without warning or knocking, had seen her without clothes, and was now speaking of his feelings.
She gritted her teeth and tightened her grip on the blanket until her knuckles nearly whitened.
"Do not even think of smoking a Cigarette, you Shameless," Cixi yelled at him.
