Theodore didn't answer. He lowered his eyes and stared at her head, lost in thought.

Feeling the strong muscles underneath Theodore's trousers, Ariana had a thought.

He had not reacted at all when the soup spilled on him. Not even a blink. Maybe he was actually disabled. But why hadn't his muscles atrophied at all?

Maybe she was overthinking it.

Distracted, she moved her hand randomly, but then a cold hand grabbed her wrist.