Fritz grumbled something under his breath. Nixie seemed to find getting hit entertaining, but Fritz wasn't pleased that he couldn't use his wind right now. Still, he didn't notice any malice in her voice. She was likely just excited about finally seeing Eleanor's powers--something Fritz hoped he wouldn't have to experience again. Nyx seemed to agree, which caused him to relax slightly.

When she called him out on his comment, Fritz fumbled. How could he combat a comment as true as that. He had just sworn himself to her. Was he no different than she?

No! Absolutely not. He swore himself to her to protect her, heavens knew she needed it. Her adoration was purely love-based.

Still, he felt the sting of her words on his skin. He needed to be more careful. Despite her clumsy antics, she was quick to catch onto contradictions. He would have to up his game.

His brow rose at her comment about not finding it pure.

What did he not find pure? What wasn't pure? Who wasn't pure? What the hell was she talking about. He half-wished Melik was here to sew the canvas together. Then again, if it was something about love, Varun or Arvin would make more sense. Or maybe even Nieko.

His chest fell as did his brows. This woman was utterly confusing.

Thankfully, she jabbered on. Only the more she spoke, the more confused he became. What did she mean by ease? What wasn't going to be easy?

"I'm your what?" The words mistakenly fell from his lips. He was struggling to keep his face straight-laced. She was all over the place and continued to use terms that made him sweat. To be called handsome again cast his cheeks a vivid red color. Handsome... that wasn't a term people used. It was always weird, strange, or odd. But handsome?

No, he wasn't handsome. That was more suiting for Varun or Arvin. Hell, even Rroy was handsome. Compared to those three, Fritz didn't stand a chance. His hair was grizzled and his features weren't nearly as attractive. Sure, he shared the lithe lips, but that hardly made him kissable. Most women wanted lips--not little slits. And although he had a nice face shape, Arvin and Rroy stole the show when it came to the bad boy features. Varun, he was just the charming, prince-like kind of handsome.

Nieko and Melik were more adorable and cute. Both had those cheeky qualities that women tended to desire.

But he? Fritz furrowed his brows. He was nothing like this friends. Definitely the least attractive of them all. His unorthodox attire didn't help either--but he chose that.

When she spoke of seeing many man, Fritz found himself frowning. No, scolding her with his eyes. So she just whored herself out.

Maybe he was reading into it wrong. Maybe she did it so she wouldn't get hurt as much.

WAIT A FLYING FUCK!

His eyes flipped into confusion. Why... why was he even concerned with any of this stuff. It's not like he cared who she was with or how many. And yet, there he was, trying to justify her actions as if to ease his heart.

Fumbling backwards, he toppled over a cot and crashed right on his behind.

"Ta-ta-ta," he groaned as the sharp pain shot up his spine.

Wincing, he saw how he managed to mangle himself with the legs of the cot. The blanket that half-covered him certainly didn't help either.

What did she mean by 'none could hold a flame to you.' Was she really saying that out of all the men in the facility he was truly the...

No, no, no.

Fritz shook his head and the dazed look vanished. This was ridiculous. There was no way this woman was going to get him to bend. He refused such things time and time again, unless the mission called for it. Even so, he did it only to satisfy the mission and not for his own personal desire. Often he would have to suppress his gag reflect for he despised such things.

And yet, there he was, dumbfounded on the floor with a cot tipped over and a blanket on his head.

What kind of magic did she have, he wondered. And was it really safe to be left alone with this woman?