"Have you ever wondered why I look less than half my age, my Fuhrer?"
"I've never really thought about it."
Rhys and Talia were now back in his room; the air around them, filled with a sweet scent that was hard to hide. It was a sight that Rhys had already seen several times, and yet each time, it was as if he was seeing something new — and perhaps that is true, considering that the sight in front of him right now left him entirely mesmerized.
Was this because of the blood of god flowing through his veins? Or is this truly just how it is?
"Well, the boring answer would be because the blood flowing through my veins is making me age slower than mozt," Talia's face was extremely flushed; her accent, becoming stronger by the second as she looked at Rhys.
Sadly, that is only for them to experience, enough R-18 and let's move on... or should we?