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Venom was not unfamiliar with the classier things in life, especially in the past few years, but this seemed beyond classy and into outright decadence. Splayed out on a velvet settee in the middle of an afternoon, half-dozing in a tangled pile, the only objects of interest within his grasp being the man he was currently intertwined with and a plate of crisp pastries on a nearby plate.
“Daryl, I appreciate your efforts, but does this not seem excessive?”
“No. Not in the slightest.” The king twisted a few silver strands around his fingers.
“Really?”
“If it were anyone else, then yes. But for you? Again I say, not in the slightest.”
Venom responded with a playful scoff. “And again you talk as though I’m any different from that ‘anyone else.’”
“Because you are. Simple as that.” Daryl plucked a small eclair from the plate and took a bite. “Mmm. Not quite as good as yours, but I certainly wasn’t going to make you bake on your own birthday.”
“Birthday or not, it doesn’t matter. Most people don’t get to take birthdays off.”
“Not untrue. However, Daryl donned a smug smile, “you are different from ‘most people.’”
“Pfft. Are you sure that’s because I’m ‘different’ or because I’m dating a king?”
“Which answer is more likely to get you to relax and enjoy the day?”
“...I suppose pragmatism isn’t limited to delegation for you then, is it?” Venom sighed with a smile. “Fine. Pass me an eclair, please.”
“With pleasure.”