Quinn's hands molded into fists, his eyes lingering slowly on her figure, especially on the sliver of flesh on her too wide cleavage. Heat slowly burned into his cheeks like a sacred fire being ignited through unholy means. He hated that, but also couldn't ignore the view.
The woman's eyes shifted, their unnatural shades of crimson landing on Damien — but he gritted his teeth, knowing exactly what kind of danger loomed around her. She was always trouble, and just the mere sight of her left his insides tightening.
"And here I thought this place was restricted until the investigations were done?" She asked.
"You and I both know that you're not the boss of me." Damien said, a hint of irritation clouding his judgement. "I can do whatever I want, and there's nothing you can do to stop me. I'm a bloody Paladin."
"Oh sure you're," the woman said. "But what about these little kids!? They shouldn't be here and it's not safe, you know that better than anyone."
