"Sorry, wifey... I think I was too drunk to realize where I was." Raphael looked at her like a guilty puppy and made Harlow was at a loss for words. Why was it so hard to stay mad at this man?
"Yeah, don't do it again," she complained. Somehow, she coudn't find it in her heart to lash out at this man. His being drunk was her fault. "You seemed to need the rest. I will stay here with you until you sleep, just to make sure that you won't do anything weird again."
Harlow realized she must make sure Raphael was truly asleep before she could continue exploring his castle and find his secret chamber where he kept his magical artifacts.
"Oh… how sweet," Raphael gushed. He rolled to the side and hugged Harlow from the back. "I am sure I can sleep well if I can hug you like this."
Harlow's eyes bulged in surprise. She cursed the demon king for being shameless, but also herself for getting into this mess on her own.
Shameles... too shameless.
Also, Harlow is familiar with his scent, but she can't remember from where?