Shed More Warmth

Courfeyrac could feel tension and anxiety radiating from the young man, as usual. He hardly needed to reach out with his magic at all. “You cannot always be working, my friend. You must learn to relax.” “I am relaxed,” Marius did not look up from his book. This, of course, was clearly a lie. Courfeyrac knew it was probably his concerns about finances that kept him so engrossed in his work, but did not dare bring the matter up. They had exhausted that argument swiftly in the first week they had known each other. “What you need is a mistress to distract you,” Courfeyrac suggested, setting his hands on the younger man’s shoulders, gently kneading at the knots he found there. “I know several charming young ladies who I’m certain would be more than happy to oblige a handsome fellow like you.”