Cecilia Adler asked, puzzled, "Why the sudden question? Of course, it's better for a man not to be lecherous. My grandma used to say that lecherous men die young. The emperors and eunuchs in the palace are perfect examples. Eunuchs can live to be seventy, eighty, or even ninety, but most emperors were considered old if they reached their forties or fifties. It's good that you're like this, um... not too indulgent."
Ian Quincy secretly observed her expression. She didn't seem to be lying.
But her skill at deception was first-rate.
He couldn't tell how much of what she said was true, but he chose to believe her. "If you don't want it, how can I indulge?"
Cecilia Adler was speechless. 'Who said I don't want it?'
'When I'm in the mood, he doesn't seem interested. I can't just come out and ask for it, can I?'
'How embarrassing would that be?'
"..."
...
The two of them discussed the matter for a long time, only resting when the moon was high in the sky.
「The next day.」
