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Don’t laugh, you told yourself inside your head. He will get even angrier, you added, nodding to yourself as you wiped the puddle of wine on top of the dining table.
Still, you couldn’t help but feel satisfied with the whole scene that just unfolded before your very own eyes. Who could imagine Mephisto would act up and knock a glass full of expensive, really expensive wine and pretty much ruin your night?
You did. And you warned Sylus about it. “He is going to behave,” Sylus told you, a couple minutes before this unfortunate episode.
You had to bite your lips to strain yourself from pointing at him and say “I told you so”, knowing this wouldn’t help at all. But, of course, it would feel good. Amazing, even.
“I told you I’d call someone to clean it, kitten,” Sylus sighed, rubbing circles against the side of his head while keeping his eyes closed. “Are you trying to steal someone else’s work?”
Rolling your eyes, you tossed the damped napkin into a nearby tray, trying to not make another mess in the dining room. “I’m trying to help and you still find a way to complain?” You scoffed, chuckling while shaking your head, “you should be thankful I’m giving you a hand. This is your fault.”
“My fault?” Sylus hummed, arching his eyebrow, “it’s called an accident, kitten.”
“One you could’ve prevented,” you snapped back, looking down at him in his seat defiantly. It was then, however, that you noticed the wine didn’t spill over the table only, but also all over his lap.
A loud, mocking-like laugh escaped your lips. “One you should have prevented, better saying.”
Sylus didn’t respond to that last comment, frowning and narrowing his eyes as he looked away, his chin resting against the back of his head. Oh, he was angry. Still, this was too good to be let out of the hook like that.
“Come on, I’m just teasing you,” you said, deciding to show some compassion for him. You picked up another dry napkin and quickly approached him, towering over his seat. “Here, let me help you.”
“What are you doi- hmph!” Sylus tensed up suddenly as you brushed the napkin against his thighs. You could clearly see his jaw pressing up and his hand tightening the grip around the armrest. What in the-
“Are… you ok?” You said, moving a little closer and resting your hand over his knee before dragging the napkin over his lap again. This time, however, he stopped you halfway into the swiping.
“K-Kitten,” he coughed, taking a deep breath before looking at you while holding your wrist, “there’s… no need to, really.”
You blinked, confused. “What's wrong? Let me help you-”
“Don’t- ah!” Sylus gasped and froze on the spot. It took a second for you to process why he didn’t want you touching his thighs, but once realization settled in, you couldn’t help but smirk at him.
“Oh, Sylus, did it tickle?”
He sighed, again, trying to intimidate you with a piercing look. “Kitten,” he mumbled, hoping it would work.
Well, it didn’t. “Sorry, it was just an accident. Let me try it again ~”