âOh, terribly sorry. Itâs not your fault you had a hard time understanding what I was saying. Shall I speak slower? Perhaps a bit louder? I would love for you to be able to keep up.â
Lips pursed, Abraxas felt a sharp pain corse through his back. Standing tall, the male fought the urge to lash forward, grip the girl and enforce torture. Feeling a lip curve upwards, a calming tone escaped his mouth, âThere is no need to speak in such a way. Do you not understand a simple joke? All I wish to do is lighten a rather saddening event.âÂ












