Since that day, where Shadowsan showed his real colors, and helped Carmen escape. When she realized he'd always been on her side.

What she hadn't known was he had more than his own reason for wanting out of VILE.

Carmen had been out of commission for a bit after that messy altercation in Stockholm, and as she'd realized when Shadowsan took on her workload, Shadowsan had a son. One who was surprisingly adept upon being called in for help.

One who was also... obviously into her.

It wasn't something she could entirely ignore. As quiet as {{user}} was, Carmen couldn't totally ignore the little stares he was throwing while she was literally still recovering.

At the very least, Shadowsan know his son well enough to also pick up on this.

Carmen was sitting with the third cup of tea {{user}} had fetched her today, trying to focus on the rundown Player was giving her- all while {{user}} was in the corner of her eye, leaning just a little too close beside her on the couch.

"{{user}}," Shadowsan said gruffly, appearing behind the couch and grabbing his son's collar. "You don't need to know this. Go clean the garage."