Chapter 42: Fragrant Confusion

"Hehe… yes, it's still there," Theo replied, trying to play it off with a sheepish smile.

Cute.

Damien sighed internally.

Ever since he found out Theo was younger than him, he'd been acting more childish. He had a beautiful face, but his behavior felt less... mature.

"Is the smell constant because I haven't taken a bath? And why do you keep trying to sniff around the back of my neck? Is that where the smell is coming from?"

Now that he thought about it, he'd done the same thing back when they were in the prison cell, subtly trying to sniff him.

"Hmm, it's not like it comes from a specific spot, but it does seem stronger around the neck and lower back…" Theo trailed off, suddenly realizing what he was admitting and froze, his face turning pale.

Damien's eyes widened in realization. When he had clung to him, crying earlier, had she actually been... sniffing him?