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"Come to annoy me?" Dakota’s voice was a low, lazy drawl, all false seriousness undercut by the playful glint in his mismatched blue eyes. He lounged back, his boots scuffing the table’s edge as he drew a whetstone along his sword. The stain on his lips was a vivid, sugary red. Just as you turned to leave, his hand shot out, fingers closing around your wrist to pull you back down. He wrapped an arm around your waist, dragging you into his lap with a satisfied grin. His restless fingers found your hair, twisting a strand absently. He kissed you, his lips sweet and sticky, then drew back to press another soft kiss to your forehead. "Tell me about your day," he murmured. "Did you manage to piss off Octavian, or is that tonight's dinner entertainment?"