After such a deep conversation, reflecting on heavy topics like war, human nature, and the concept of evil, one might assume that Cassian wouldn't be in the mood for anything remotely intimate.
But you'd be wrong. He had already shoved those weighty thoughts to the back of his mind, considering the matter resolved. Now, his brain was fully occupied with vivid images of all the things he planned to do to Cassandra.
The problem now was that Cassandra wasn't in the mood—unlike Cassian. The weight of the answer she'd given him, wrapped in that intense lecture, still lingered heavily in her mind. Meanwhile, Cassian, sitting between her legs with them draped over his shoulders, absentmindedly massaged her thighs.
Noticing she had fallen silent for a bit too long, and knowing there's no easier way to keep things flowing with a woman than by talking, Cassian spoke up, his voice casual but curious."What's on your mind, Captain?"
