Riven shifted in his seat again, deliberately letting his robe slip off one shoulder as he stretched. "You know," he murmured, tail curling around his leg, "your hands are surprisingly good now. I could get used to this."
Leon scowled, eyes flicking down before he forced them back up. "Do not get used to it."
He turned to look at Leon with an innocent smile. "What's wrong? Embarrassed because I'm better at commanding you? Either way, you are not getting reinstated until I say so. So you should get used to this dynamic."
"You-" Leon sneered.
"Shh, start massaging me again," Riven ordered.
Riven's wolf ears twitched as he tilted his head to look up at him.
"I feel tense right here too," he said, brushing a finger lightly along his collarbone, dangerously close to his chest. "Massage it for me?"
Leon hesitated. "That's not—"
"An order," Riven interrupted, voice velvet-sweet. "Or are you already forgetting your new job?"
