Dunstan and Pansy
All Bas could do was stare at her lips, letting his mind wander to places it should not go. He couldn't exactly explain to Pansy that he would need the income from his teaching position. What was in the vault was secret and would likely need to be for some time. Bastian Dunstan wasn't as innocent as he liked to make himself appear.
His guard returned, one of the ones that was less cruel than the others. Less cruel was such a relative statement. Bastian was pulled to his feet until he stood over Pansy. The urgency was there; he could feel the need to touch her, to be near her. Ducking his head quickly, he nuzzled alone her cheekbone, as slowly as he could until he reached her ear. "Thank you," he whispered, wishing he could dare say more. Bas leaned back enough to meet her eyes.