"True." Ayel slung the coat over one shoulder, in no rush to put it on, and nodded to keep lips from quirking upward.

Borrowed hair shone like ink where it brushed Nero's new shoulders, the sleek line of her neck. Had she always had a waist like that? It could have been because Nero was wearing it, had hooked tapered fingers in a gapping waistband and...

Ayel moved to do the same. Didn't want to get caught staring at the flared curve and barbed shadows of a bare hip. Even though he definitely was.