"Ah," he says vaguely, thinking back rapidly to that night in the hot spring. "Is that so...?"

It would certainly explain the unexpected arousal. All he had been doing was enjoying the heat of the bath before Rhea'li entered. Shadows, though? Really?

He draws up his knees and hugs them to his chest. He can tell the miqo'te is grinning at him. Mischief is written all over their face.

"Are you only offering because of Azem?"