Descent
When he received no further response from her, Alastor found his lips curling into a victorious grin until he can feel his own cheeks aching but he didn’t care oh gods damn it, he can't bring himself to cut it out.
He's so fucking happy–
“Remove that grin off your face,” his mate hissed, not bothering to look at him oh, and her ears are red too–! “It still does not mean I'm having sex with you.”
“Oh, really?”
At his amused tone, she exhaled loudly and stared at the heavens again, almost accusingly, “Which... part... of I'm not interested do you not understand?” Winters asked, the words coming out slowly.
Alastor raised an eyebrow, thoroughly amused at her stubbornness–he expected nothing les