As they were talking, Hisoka planted his hands on his hips and blocked Cordis's path.
He licked the playing card in his hand, his narrow, slanted eyes brimming with lust. "What, you think you can leave after beating someone up~?"
With his way blocked, Cordis couldn't be bothered to waste words on him. He leaned against a nearby tree, tilting his head slightly, his face full of exhaustion.
"Tell me. What do you want?"
Hisoka seemed taken aback by Cordis's cold attitude, the smile on his face freezing for a moment.
Fortunately, Hisoka didn't care about such things.
He leaned close to Cordis's ear and licked his earlobe, his seductive voice accompanied by a warm breath.
"A night like this is worth a fortune. Let's not waste it~"
As he spoke, Hisoka slipped his hand inside Cordis's clothes.
His intentions couldn't have been clearer. Normally, Cordis would probably have fought back fiercely, but now, resisting was out of the question.
There was even a brief flash of surprise in his eyes when he heard Hisoka's words.
Then, with a sigh, he took off his clothes himself and glanced at Hisoka, his eyes subdued but full of self-mockery.
"Look at the state of me. You're the only one who doesn't mind."
Hisoka didn't argue. Instead, he nuzzled Cordis's neck and stroked a scar on his waist. "I love your scars~"
Cordis didn't reply. After setting his clothes aside, he pushed away Hisoka, who was trying to leave a bite mark on his neck.
"Don't leave marks. They're a pain."
But he quickly added, "Forget it. Leave them if you want. A few more won't make any difference."
[I know you don't like reading this, so I watched it for you again. I'm Octopus, the good Samaritan. No need to thank me.]