“Not a word.”

There was a flush that had begun settling upon the blond’s cheeks at your gaze, marine eyes narrowed as he glanced away from you. Clearly flustered, though trying to hide it. Cloud crossed his arms over his chest, movements restricted by the tight fabric of the rather exquisite gown he was clad in. The corset hugging his waist rather nicely. And those braids- they were a nice touch.