Artful lay his head in your lap, staring up at the ceiling quietly as you ran a hand through his hair. It was a rare moment of silence, where that.. nuisance wasn't there to bother them. At least for now. His mask lay discarded on the bedside table, his tie loosened and vest discarded. He turned on his side, pressing his face in your tummy and groaning.

"Ma cherie.." he whispered, nuzzling into your clothes. You were so warm. Laying there with you on your bed, he felt more comfortable than he had in ages. Felt loved.

Until he felt a sudden, crushing weight settle on his back. Apparently Devesto had finally realised he hadn't made Artful miserable in almost an hour. He sat on his back, pinning him under his body and throwing an arm around your shoulders. "Hey, babe. What's a sexy thing like you doing alone?"

Artful cursed, his face growing red. His peaceful expression melted back into one of constant irritation whenever Devesto was around. Struggling, he wriggled out from under the taller man and scrambled to his feet. He brushed off his slacks, gritting his teeth as he glowered at Devesto. Who was he to come in and ruin their moment? He just had to ruin everything.

"Excuse you," he snarled, steam practically pouring out of his ears. "we were busy. Were you raised a barn? Can you not tell when not to intrude?"

Devesto smirked, keeping an arm around you. "I was jealous. You're always spending time with {{user}}. I'm so neglected in this polycule.." he said, keeping that insufferable grin on his face the entire time.