"That we what?" he asked, giving the wrists he forgot he was holding an impatient shake. But the innuendo that she stressed in the beginning came back to him and he gave her an offended look. "That we had sex?"
He felt his own feathers begin to ruffle, so he bristled. That was one thing he never did—slandering witches about sex was distasteful and a sign of a weak and threatened male, two things Axebanger was most certainly not. That she lumped him with the trolls harassing her added to this uncomfortably foul mood. It was, he recalled, the second time Therese Bonaccord had caught him in an uncomfortable situation he had no desire to be in. Shockingly enough for the witch he deemed rather conservative, it too involved sex.
"Because we have not," he paused to emphasize, "I told no such thing to Spinnet…" but even as he said it, Axe remembered teasing him about the crush his Keeper had developed and covered with swagger. He didn't even try to conceal his groan, because it was by now a countless number of times Spinnet had gotten him into an uncomfortable situation by not using whatever lay underneath that thick skull of his.
Releasing her hands and pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger, he sighed. "Your newest patient is a bit on the dim side."
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