... [ oh. childe knew what he was asking and he knew what to expect, but hearing it straight out of scaramouche, and then letting his thoughts wander to imagine it... it has him painfully hard. ] In my... room... [ he leans down and kisses him roughly, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood. ] I can't wait to get back into the house, so I can fuck you straight through my mattress.
Re: day 82.