"Forget it. I will wash it later," Luis said with a playful smirk. He took his blanket but found out that something or someone was hindering him from pulling it. "What is with the hand?" the dark green-eyed bearer shot a questioning gaze at Xagrien.
"Let me do it for you," Xagrien's face is a textbook definition of barely holding it together. The handsome hunk guy's expression was undisturbed water, but his pointy, tanned ears were flashing red as if they were on the edge of setting on fire.
"Oh, come on," Luis patted a fleeting touch on his man's shoulder. "We are mates now so that you could ask me for help," the Moon Elf Lord said meaningfully.
"No matter what kind of favor it is."