As soon as the words had left her mouth, Milo could see the way she tried to hide her face, intentionally breaking the gaze. The deep blush of her cheeks made him grin. Trying to hide his amusement as tried to think of what to do was harder than he wanted to admit. Everything he had been trained for, the entirety of his career told him that what had already happened was wrong. He shouldn't have been even looking at her with a morsel of interest. His mind should be on the case, not how comfortable the bed look with her in it. Starting to feel more and more like R. Kelly he decided to indulge himself, even as his thoughts yelled at him. Grabbing the nape of his tshirt, he pulled it off slowly, making sure that she didn't seem to mind.<br/><br/>Feeling a little relieved that the shirt was off, he stretched out a bit. Part of him was just trying to relax and loosen up, but he would be lying to himself if he tried to say he wasn't showing off. The pale pink stripe across his chest looked somewhat like a scar, and he was a little self conscious about it sometimes, but it wasn't anything more than a birthmark. It'd brought up questions before, and he hoped she would be too tired to take interest in it. "How kind of you dove, to offer me a spot in your nest," he said with a hearty smile as he got into the bed. She was surprisingly warm, welcoming him in almost. The aura around her seemed to fill his senses, intoxicating his body. He wasn't hardly planning on sleeping with this woman, not tonight. He'd been a man of honest intent, and with her legs the way they were, he didn't imagine it'd end well in any sense. It didn't stop him from enjoying the soft feel of her flesh, the light smell of a day's work on her.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>An Bo wasn't sure what to expect. He hoped that Lengxie had actually meant the classroom. The way they'd blew through the school wall so long ago seemed still fresh in his mind, the newer walls still sticking out from the older building around it. His arm stuck from the star, and his chest stung for Lengxie's blade. The cotton of his robes seemed to cling to the cuts, to itch them more than they already had. Every small movement tugged more strands of fabric through the wounds, but even as he anxiously waited for the wolf, he tried to think of what to say. What to do. After the other night, he hadn't been able to think of anything other than how she'd protected him. In the folds of his robe, much to the discontent of his cuts, sat the box. He hadn't wanted to let go of it, not since he'd found it.<br/><br/>Luckily, this small room gave him a minor comfort, the memories of the children he'd taught, all the scripts he'd studied here. It'd been his place of solace, it was where Wuqing and him had first met, and bonded over the pursuits of knowledge. Even though the sleepless night shown over his figure quite distinctly, the dark seemed to lift a little as he remembered the times Wuqing had been sitting in here with the children, laughing at a jest of his. Her smile when she'd help them figure out problems under his watchful eye. A couple of rays of light shown through the windows, covered as they were. It was early, the sun was still on the rise, and the amber hues of the morning seemed to make the small candle light of the room shimmer.