She hesitated before stopping, slipping her arms around his waist and hugging him, her face back a little to avoid touching his chest.
She looked up at him with a somewhat resigned smile. "I suppose that's the benefit of loving someone who has had concubines," she mused. "You can tell me when I'm making a fool of myself."
She seemed surprised and maybe a little sheepish. “What? No. No, Z, you’re perfect. I just...“ She sighed, tucking her hair behind her ear in embarrassment. “I suppose I just want you all to myself. I don’t like the idea that you did... stuff with other people.” A troubled look crossed her face, and she paused. “That’s grossly possessive of me. I’m sorry.”
"It's not possessive," he said easily, "it's just.. I don't know how to fix that. I can't really change what I did."
She looked up at him. “No! Z, it’s me. It’s nothing to do with you. Plus, I don’t imagine you like the idea that I’ve been with other people either. Unless...” She paused and frowned. “Oh, are demons not monogamists?”
"Most demons are," he said with a frown. "I can understand if you've been with someone. It doesn't upset me."
“Not bad nervous,” she corrected, slipping her hand in his. “Like... fluttery nervous. Like when you kiss me.”
She shrugged a little, pulling on the strap of the bag over her shoulder to redistribute the weight. “I don’t mind if you’d like to keep going,” she said. “Whatever you’d like.”
