"In... Rafael's room for a massage?"
Moli was dumbfounded, chewing over the words Fisher had just said, still not reacting to what he meant. She was even silly enough to think if she and Mr. Fischer were here, where should Rafael go?
Surely, Rafael couldn't be asked to leave?
But just a second later, she seemed to belatedly realize something, her fair and slightly chubby cheeks were instantly painted with a cherry hue rising from her neck.
Her eyes darted around, her ears twitched, and clearly, she was feeling flustered and a bit overheated, instinctively mumbling under her breath,
"Mr. Fischer, h..."
Beside her, Rafael's smile also froze instantly. Her Dragon Claw clenched little by little, uncertain if the "only accept Moli" conversation they had that morning had emboldened Fischer, that he had the audacity to make such a request.
