So many things had happened in the last few months, though Theodore had no desire to speak about them in detail. Some fun, others not so much; those were stories better left for other situations.
Theodore's eyes widened as Arcelia revealed her problems. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. He supposed she hadn't read his mind yet, or she'd likely have kicked him for what she'd have seen, but it made him nervous nonetheless. His cheeks coloured, or rather would have were he alive, at the mention of dirty thoughts. "Now, now, don't we think highly of ourselves?" he said, trying not to sound nervous at all as he followed her out the door.