Obviously, he thought with some derision. To be honest, he was insulted that she thought he would need it spelled out clearly to avoid having sex with other people in her room. He may have been unconventional, but he was hardly an animal. He would never have behaved so disrespectfully to anyone, especially her.

He ought to have expected something along these lines, though. Whatever she said, whatever she did, she clearly thought him a degenerate. He expected the only reason she'd been invested in this marriage at all was that she thought she could reform him, given time and effort. Emrys considered the top of his glass listlessly. A lifetime of ineffective conversion attempts lay before him, which would make both of them miserable, but what other choice had he had?

Well, probably not a lifetime. Eventually she would give up on him and hand herself over to resentment. Maybe then she might actually consider what he'd just said a few minutes ago.

"You'll never see a thing," he assured her quietly. He'd make sure of that. He wasn't even sure he would see other people, from now on, but if he did it would only be someone discreet enough to keep a secret. That had always been his rule, but the stakes were higher now.

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