_{[ He looked down at the wrist and quietly shook his head. He rested his other hand over it before shifting himself to lay down beside his scholarly lover. His fingers lightly traced his collar bone, cloth still in his hand.}

The monks may come after him, but Felix was the more likely target. It was easier for them to bring down scholars than it was nobles, whose coffers funded them... ]

Let us worry of you, my love. You are the one with bruises no doubt coming. I shall have to be more careful in our love making for a bit, I think.