Kapitel 85: From Bad To Worse

"Why did ya find me again? Ye told me to run. Then ya come up ta me and h-hug me? Is this a new kinda blackmail?" Dylan grunted out as he covered his lower face to hide his expression, though I had already noticed how flustered he seemed during the brief moment light illuminated the vicinity around us.

"No? You smell… Like spices… A familiar one…" I trailed off, pondering the scent as I tried to place the exact spice that he smelt off.

"Oh…" Dylan sounded pleasantly surprised by my statement.

"Like cinnamon. And… I could calm down because… I hate cinnamon." I sighed in relief as his reaction contorted to one of annoyance.

"Oh." He remarked with an unimpressed grunt.

"Ya really just want ta get on my nerves, eh?" Dylan frowned as I felt a smile tug on the corners of my lips.

"It wasn't an insult per say. Don't take it to heart. You managed to soothe the onset of an upcoming heat." I shrugged as he raised an eyebrow and sighed.