章 615: Death Of Him, Her.

Aldric locked eyes with her, a mischievous glint dancing in his gaze. "I couldn't care less about your condition," he remarked, his tone laced with playful daring, "as long as you keep those hands on me."

Islinda's pulse quickened, a throbbing sensation building between her knees. She realized, with a sinking feeling, that she was in for trouble yet again. When had she ever learned her lesson about being around Aldric? And in such an intimate setting as a washroom, no less? She must truly be a glutton for punishment.

"Fine," she managed, struggling to steady her breath, "I'll do my best to maintain professionalism in... touching—" Her words trailed off as Aldric casually stripped down to his underwear, leaving little to the imagination.