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Jusis wasn’t his type. Too pretty, too stuffy, too…*too*
Psssht, like the future duke was ever going to even spare him a glance? Sure.
But flirting with him would be fun, ruffling his feathers, seeing just how far he could push the envelope on Jusis’s composure, watch those fair cheeks turn a delicate pink.
Crow underestimated Jusis’s capacity to return teasing with such subtlety as to leave Crow the one with a florid blush long after landing his blow with surgical precision.
He couldn’t be certain that Jusis was deliberately flirting back, but it wasn’t long before Crow only knew that he was in deep, living for this game that he was slowly drowning in, in danger of losing to a potentially unwitting player. Each round of volleys had him searching for another angle to try to bring this to the surface and find out just where Jusis stood.