Cassius's gaze lingered on Avery, his crimson eyes tracing her blood-streaked face with a reverence that deepened as he spoke.
"It's not just your face, though." He said, leaning closer, his tone rich with appreciation. "The rest of your body—it's a treasure too. In this day and age, where every woman's chasing that petite, nimble look, all dainty and fragile like the nobles want?...Your body's a damn revelation."
"...Look at it—curves that hit just right, muscles honed and strong, sitting perfect in all the places that matter. It's damn exciting, Avery, seeing a frame like yours—fit, powerful, a warrior's build that's rare as hell."
He then scowled suddenly, a flicker of frustration crossing his face as he gestured at her still-clothed form.
"And a body like that shouldn't be hidden—buried under all this armor and leather like some shameful secret. I wanna see it, every inch, nothing covering it up."
