The rosy flush covering his face reflected his embarrassment.
Robin was trying to look calm and in control, not afraid or ridden with anxiety.
When Robin finally stopped directly facing in front of him he could see it in his eyes.
The worry that Robin tried to hide by standing straight with trembling hands gripping the folds of his nightgown tightly.
Even nervous Robin still managed to manage to like perfection.
Like an angel sent down from heaven for all the trials he'll have to face in his lifetime for being born the son of that demon.
The only thing missing was his golden wings will Andras ever get to lay eyes on them again for Robin still had no recollection of the day his wings first appeared.
The thought of waiting on Robin to find someone else, the thought of Robin leaving him in the future created an irritability in his demon heart.
Why had Andras taken off all his clothes?
Robin wondered if Andras thought that his idea of comfort meant something else.
