Jenny had to test the tea with a thermometer every time she made it – that was hot water that was close to 80 degrees.
Angel frowned. "It still tastes the same, but not as bitter."
Jenny's mouth dropped open. A moment later, she gave up on her worries and smiled wryly. "You need to savor it; you're just quenching your thirst if you drink it that way. Also, the tea leaves haven't steeped yet, so of course the taste is lighter."
Angel decisively stopped discussing something as mystical as "taste" and asked what she was really interested in. "Your little wolfhound seems very good at fighting?"
Jenny subconsciously nodded, and her face changed. "Wait, don't spar with him. He's not as strong as you are."
Angel snorted. "Nonsense. He has the muscles and movements of a pro. Don't tell me his little d*ck isn't strong enough?"
Jenny's gaze fell on Angel's massive chest.