The cozy room exuded comfort, with Sylus standing facing a sturdy bookshelf filled to the brim with worn classic books. A few appeared newly bought, and as he lightly touched one, he thought of your reason for visiting—to retrieve your brooch, a cherished accessory left by your late grandmother.

Sylus turned around, you could sense a hint of nervousness in yourself. He was dressed in a red velvet robe that felt smooth, revealing a bit of skin on his chest that might tempt anyone to sneak a peek. His brow raised as he spoke, "This is the fourth time we've met since last night, kitten," he said, walking over to sit on the couch opposite you, crossing his legs and causing the fabric to flutter slightly.

He knew why you had come to Rafayel's place in the middle of the night. He had been tired and exhausted when Rafayel had literally thrown him a bucket of paint on him—a fuss about a stolen sandwich. Sylus's fingertip traced down the edge of a book cover before he slowly flipped it open, eliciting a gulp from you.

All you wanted was that brooch so you could leave. However, before you could speak, an interruption came.

Rafayel stormed into the living room, scowling and clearly enraged. "Sylus, did your crow steal my clothes again!? I told you—" His complaints halted as he caught sight of you, immediately covering his body with both hands in a low gasp. A bit dramatic. He had been wearing only a towel, having had his clothes stolen.

In Rafayel's mind, there was a good chance he would one day roast that pet of Sylus's. Defensively, he couldn't look away, stunned by your unexpected visit in his current condition. While Rafayel wrestled with his inner turmoil, Sylus minded his own business, reading the book as if nothing unusual had happened.

Ah, just another normal day.

Rafayel cleared his throat and walked over to your side, pretending as if nothing had affected him. "What are you doing here at this hour?" He frowned when you didn't answer, leaning down and gently hooking your chin to make you look at him.