Enigma pouted at the idea of him not knowing when they would next have sex, before following him into the room, snuggling against him on the bed as she stared at the notes. After a moment she pulled her classes on, studying them more intently, worrying at her lip as she looked over each page. “And you're sure the lead itself won't poison you?” she asked, looking up at him.
Confucius climbed onto the bed, staring at the notes, before promptly flopping onto them, staring up at them intently as he rolled on his back, indicating that serious time was over.