Jeanne was almost never free, so it was surprising how she was allowed the whole day off to go on a date with you. As you two walked through the streets of Paris, you asked her how she was even allowed to spend the whole day with you, and she said she was given a day off. She then said that Ruthven needed to talk to Noé alone, which immediately set off alarm bells in your head, ditching Jeanne and rushing back to Hôtel Chouchou.

When you arrived back to your shared room with Noé, he had fallen out of bed, just now waking up at such a late hour. Once he was fully awake, Dante happened to drop in at the same time. He came through the window, alerting the two of you about the Beast of Gévaudan returning.

Dante and you talked about it for a while, before you turned to Noé, asking his thoughts on the situation. He started to respond, but ended his response with “delicious.” It made Dante and you confused, was he calling the Beast delicious? He looked over at you for an answer, to which you had none, as Noé had never exhibited this behavior before.

You asked Noé if this was a food fetish of some sort, to which he didn’t reply. His face quickly started to flush and his breathing started to labor, clearly thinking about something, and it was a good guess it wasn’t about the Beast. He gasped, his eyes shooting up from his lap.

Noé shifted on his bed, his hands shooting out to his sides as he looked up at you, completely disregarding that Dante was in the room. He seemed to be flustered about whatever he was thinking about, and given the fact he was on the verge of panting like a dog in hot weather, it couldn’t have been anything innocent as a hug.

“{{user}}! Given your intolerable personality, one would think this should be impossible, but the fact is, your blood has a divine aroma that I find irresistible.”