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Neuvillette wears his gloves tight around his wrists, not showing a hint of skin, or what's hidden within. But his wrists hurt slightly not from the kiss-marks on them, but every time he glances at his wrists, he remembers the Duke's teeth biting gently down on them.
He dazes for a little, looking up from his documents. There's things to do but he lets himself daydreams for a moment. Is it because he wants to experience love as 'something delightful' just because he was told he had to, or how does he explain this tugging clench in his heart?
A helper comes in, a melusine by the name of Sidene. She puts some documents on his table, and also a plate of cookies. She asks if Monsieur would like a spot of tea; and he shakes his head. Sidene's tail wags slightly, side to side, watching the Chief Justice carefully.
"Oh, Monsieur is glowing, there's stars everywhere, falling down into a big pool of shining water!" says the melusine, "You are very pretty today, Monsieur Neuvillette." Neuvillette startles, his pen freezing in his hand and he looks at Sidene's admiring face, "Thank you."