Archer watched as Catherine chuckled at the blonde words, setting her cup down, causing it to let out a gentle clink. ''You're spoiling us, Ana. But I won't complain, I've always loved your tea.''
She turned to him, her smile kind but probing. ''Now, tell me, how long do you plan to grace us before you're off chasing shadows or robbing my sons' banks?''
His smile softened, the tea's warmth and the women's relaxed demeanor easing his usual wariness. ''Not long,'' he replied. ''Just enough time to savor this cup, perhaps.''
Anastasia snorted, leaning closer while smirking. ''Oh, please, handsome. You're staying longer. I brewed a whole pot for us, and the Demi Gods won't be back for a while.''
Her grin was infectious, and Catherine's red eyes sparkled with interest. His nod thrilled the blonde. Unapologetic, she settled onto his lap, her hand gliding down his chest before resting on the bulge in his pants, rubbing gently.
