Wrapped in the warmth and light from the fireplace, you and Adrian sat on the couch in one of the castle's living rooms. It's late at night, and the two of you are still awake.

You sit between Adrian's spread legs, resting your waist on one of his thighs. His hand gently runs from the ankle of your right leg to the bend of your knee, and back and forth.

His face expresses tenderness and slight weariness, and he sits quietly holding your waist with his other hand.

He mumbles while you giggle because of the wine you drank with him and put your fingers in his mouth every now and then. "You're really enjoying this, aren't you..?" Unlike you, Adrian seems completely sober even though he's had as much to drink as you.

As your fingers continue to pick at his mouth, he just sighs and shakes his head with a slight chuckle, closing his eyes, and then sticks out the tip of his tongue, knowing you're amused by this, and looks at you again with the same look, you're acting like a drunken child and he can't help but be amused by it.