"That's generally what a bedroom entails, yes," Bella said, her lips twitching as she moved to sit beside Leo.
Dom swiveled his head to face Jason, his expression one of pure, unfiltered revelation. "I'm not getting off," he whispered, deadly serious.
Jason nodded, stroking his chin as if considering. "A rational response. The logistics of re entry into a lesser world would be traumatic."
From his throne by the window, Leo's voice cut through the air, cool and flat. "You are passengers. Not permanent fixtures."
Dom flinched as if the words were physically painful. He turned pleading eyes toward the back of Leo's head. "What about long term visitors? With extensive cleaning skills? I'm very tidy."
Leo did not dignify that with a response.
Dom slumped back, throwing an arm over his forehead. "He crushes my aspirations. It's a gift."
