Don't answer!
The couch was an awkward place, but it wasn't entirely uncomfortable… The bedroom was too far, anyways.
Except that this was still the shop's domain, thing they were reminded of by the ringing phone, which, Leon swore, hadn't been in the parlour's table before.
"Ah, ah… ah! Wait." D pushed him off him just to reach for the ringing offense. He cleared his throat: "Count D's Pet Shop, how may I help you?"
Leon growled lowly, bringing him beneath as whoever was calling started speaking; he attacked his neck mercilessly, making communication impossible and humiliating, unable to keep from moaning…
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