He leaned against his owner, his head on the taller man’s shoulder. “Would you drop your Mask, sir?” He was feeling incredibly brave today.
“I suppose I could do that.” Timaios shifted and, when Ctirad peeked, was stone and horns and still smiling. “I would ask you to do the same, but I’m afraid you would take it as some sort of tit for tat situation.”
Ctirad swallowed. “I like you – I like you liking me, sir,” he offered. “I don’t want to ruin that yet.”
“Do you honestly think, with a Change like this, that anything behind your Mask would bother me, my sweet man?” Continue reading