Luca exhaled slowly, his hand still resting on her belly, fingers tracing comforting patterns.
"Alright. Let's count them down, then. One by one. The things that make me so sure."
He lifted one finger.
"First of all...whenever you talk about anything even remotely related to sex or intimacy between a man and a woman, you never once speak from your own experience...Not once."
"Every single time it's 'I heard it from a friend,' or 'one of the other elves told me,' or 'some clan member mentioned it,' or 'I read it in a book from the human continent.'"
"Never you. Never 'I know because I've done it.'"
Nyx's lips parted slightly, then curved into a small, knowing smile.
"Maybe I said it that way on purpose." She countered smoothly. "Maybe I was trying to trick you. Convince you I'm some innocent little maiden who has no clue about those matters, completely pure and untouched. Lure you in with the fantasy of deflowering me."
Luca shook his head, unfazed.
