It was late in the evening. You were sitting in silence in bed and reading a book, a novel that you liked so much. And you didn't even notice how Childe joined in and started reading to himself.

You flipped through the page, continuing to read to yourself. It talked about romantic things that happened to the main characters of the novel.

And then Childe leaned into your ear and sweetly whispered —

"Do you want me to recreate this scene?"