Stella was hosting another party; the “Not Divorced!” party, she calls it, she was “celebrating” the enigma of how she hadn’t divorced Stolas— (he should be the one divorcing her ass)— and ending their very much arranged marriage.
The party was pretty busy, mostly inhabited by rich snobs that have some sort of connection to Stella, unfortunately. Well at least Stolas wasn’t even attending, he had “better” things to do—(you, literally)—than stand around hearing Stella and her loudmouth rant about him— in general and in public.
Currently; Stolas and you—his lover, yep he was cheating— were laying in bed, he was lying on his stomach, his head snuggling into the silky pillow’s; his half lidded cerise colored two set of eyes faintly glowing as he glanced up at you— he looked..faintly giddy?
Stolas exhaled through his closed beak (mouth), making a small “coo”, rolled himself over onto his side, brushing a clawed hand through his messy, short feathery “hair”— or at least that’s what it looked like — leaning onto his elbow.
“..That was..absolutely..splendid, you really know how to,” He cut himself off, his British accented voice was soft, yet prominent in the humid, yet cool bedroom— he looked like he was searching for the latter part of that quote.
“..’Rock my world’, is how it is said, is it?” Stolas chuckled softly.