i wont lie

Archon kept a tight grip on the woman as if he was scared that holding her any softer would cause her to turn into wisps of smoke between his paws. She agreed that she waned this too and Archon had half the mind to run away with her right then. He thought about suggesting it, but he knew he was being too hasty by far. So instead he grasped her like his life depended on it.

Deathbelle asked quietly what they should call this... their... agreement... their affection... this. Archon was quiet. He wasn't exactly sure. He hadn't experienced anything like this before.

"Well... What do you want to call it?" he asked, trying to pull back enough to press his forehead on hers. "An... amended agreement? Professionalism with a twist?"