Ophelia did not respond immediately; the demon queen was still wearing only the long shirt that Ryan had handed her, which left her thighs completely exposed.
She kept the remains of her luxurious dress tied firmly around her waist like a makeshift skirt.
"Seriously, is that the first thing you ask after having sex with a woman?" She grumbled.
Her tone of voice reflected a clear mixture of indignation and wounded pride in the face of Ryan's cold attitude.
She crossed her arms, which caused the fabric of the shirt to pull taut, revealing the contour of her large breasts. Ryan looked at her out of the corner of his eye calmly while he finished adjusting his clothes.
"I prefer to avoid any kind of awkwardness." Ryan said, approaching her; he stopped mere centimeters away from her face, holding the demon queen's intense crimson gaze without hesitating.
"You don't want that either, do you?" He added in a direct manner, seeking a confirmation.
