It turned out, to Rafael's lasting horror, that trying to seduce his husband out of a training session only worked if his husband was not Gregoris Frasner.
Unfortunately for Rafael, his husband was Gregoris Frasner.
Which meant the smiling had not led to mercy.
It had led to Gregoris looking him directly in the eye, thoroughly unimpressed by Rafael's increasingly creative innuendos, and then proceeding to work him through stretches, balance drills, resistance work, corrected posture, controlled repetitions, and what Rafael would later describe to Natalie, if ever asked, as a targeted campaign against the rights of elegant people.
Worse, Gregoris had enjoyed himself.
Not wildly. Gregoris never did anything wildly unless blood or battle demanded it. But there had been amusement to him all through it. Every time Rafael tried to turn a command into something suggestive, Gregoris had simply answered it, sharpened it, and made him do one more repetition for his trouble.
