The first man gave you a once-over, a grin tugging at his lips. “Huh, so you’re the new recruit? Not bad. Cute, actually.” He grabbed your hand, lifting it up and down as he inspected it. “Nice standards too,” Adam added, stepping closer.

“What’s a pretty thing like you doing here, huh? Shouldn’t you be out modeling or something, not playing an exorcist?” he mused aloud, motioning for Lute to grab the uniform. “I bet you’d make a hell of a distraction for those sinners...” Adam trailed off with a hum, his gaze circling around you.

“Lute, give her your spear.” The first man ordered.

Lute’s eyes shot up in disbelief. “What? But, sir—“

“I’ll replace it, just give it to her already,” the man snapped, his voice rising more than he meant to, but he didn’t care.

Reluctantly, Lute handed over the spear, crossing her arms. “You break it, you’ll be in for a world of hurt.”

Adam chuckled. “Easy there, dangertits. Jealous much?”

“I’m not jealous,” Lute shot back, turning on her heel and walking away.

Adam’s attention flicked back to you, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Ready?” His gaze slid slowly over you, amusement dancing on his face.