Desmond was in Henri's suite currently unoccupied with the promise that he not get into any trouble. He didn't intend to. At least not today. He'd accepted the ahool's offer to be rented for the expected activities because it'd give him an opportunity to get more lay of the land above the Undercroft. Map it out better, search for any blind spots, weaknesses. He knew Krovs Castle was massive before he came here, he wasn't prepared for just how massive this place was. It'd take him a few times to get better sense of direction around here.
His rental wasn't the worst time. They'd fucked and then Henri left him to his own devices while the older man disappeared into his office for work. Dez sure as shit wasn't complaining about having some privacy while he showered either. Or a fat fucking cheeseburger with French fries on the way up to the suite that he'd ordered from the kitchen –– shit he didn't get down in the Undercroft usually.
He heard the door open and Dez walked out of the bathroom in just his jeans and a white tank top. "Shit, that doesn't look like a food cart," the human said, smiling lopsidedly at Wyatt. "Guess you're the housekeeper. Delacroix mentioned that would be coming around. I'll get out of your way."
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