When Elise left him alone with his thoughts the evening before, it took the paladin some time to process her words. She’d implied that he was a himbo who couldn’t parse the difference between love and lust, while also claiming she would make him fall for her without using her considerable feminine wiles.
He thought the first bit was a little unfair; yes, he’d practically dragged her up the stairs to have his way with her, but she one hundred percent consented. Enthusiastically consented, even. Just because he thoroughly enjoyed their romp didn’t mean he couldn’t tell the difference between s*x and love. And...she enjoyed it too, didn’t she? She’d left so quickly afterward that he couldn’t help but question his performance.
The second part, he wasn’t sure about. She’d said no hanky panky,
