The rest of the lunch felt like damn torture. Cass knew that Mr. Collins and Christopher were watching them like they were a strange experiment, but what else could Cass do? He needed to eat, Lucian needed to eat, and while it was embarrassing, it was better for Lucian to be like this in private then in public.
Cass wasn't sure his face was going to recover. He was blushing so deeply that he wanted to take off his jacket but decided against it. It was a layer of protection at this point. Something against Lucian's wandering hands.
Mr. Collins and Cass spoke to each other, mostly about work after the air had been cleared, and Cass was glad for the distraction. Cass had needed to check up on some of his properties to see if they were safe for other fairies to live at, and this was the perfect time to do some investigation.
