"Your Grace, what is that mark on your neck?"
Maurice suddenly noticed the faint mark as Damian stepped into the drawing room to ask for the carriage keys. He moved closer, narrowing his eyes as he examined it.
Damian instinctively touched his neck.
The moment his fingers brushed the mark, he remembered how Eilika had bitten him while they were bathing. A faint smile threatened to appear on his lips at the memory.
"I understand now," Maurice remarked, a knowing smile spreading across his face. "The Duchess seems to be getting rather bold with you."
"Shut up."
Damian quickly took the keys from his hand, but despite his attempt to remain serious, he could not completely hide his smile.
Maurice noticed immediately.
"You're blushing, Your Grace."
Damian let out a quiet laugh and touched both cheeks with the backs of his hands, as though checking whether Maurice's accusation was true.
"Enough, Maurice."
