Eros could see that she was clearly contemplating and he stood up from the chair, but she immediately grabbed his hand.
In his mind, he smiled.
But when he turned to her, he gave a "I don't care" expression.
"Okay!" she nodded, "I agree!"
"good! will you like to put that to a blood agreement?" He asked.
"Blood oath!?" She frowned, "Baron Eros, are you saying that my words mean nothing to you?"
"No! all I'm saying is that I want to see how dedicated you are to such a commitment."
Angela thought about his words a little. It did make sense in her head.
A Blood Oath was a binding Contract. It secured the benefits of both sides.
Eros looked into one of the drawers at his table and brought out a sheet of Soul paper. Eros wrote down the conditions to the agreement and after both of them signed it, it caught up in flames and burnt to ash.
Both of them felt the bind to the contract instantly.
"So, now that we are done with that, can we continue..."
"I'm sorry Lady Frostbite but I have very important matters to attend to for the moment. I don't think you noticed, but I just came back from the dead, and even I can tell that I need to take a bath."
"Oh, Okay!" she nodded in understanding. She had been so caught up with the moment with him that she had totally forgotten that he actually stunk of body preservation chemicals.
"I'll tell Jimmy, my butler to arrange a place in the manor for you," as he talked, he approached her steadily, and then he grabbed her with a hand by the waist.
This took her by surprise, but her mind was too blank to do anything.
For most of her life, she had been a Tom Boy. The closet encounter she had with the opposite sex was during battles.
She had never been touched by a man, and even though Eros was old, he carried a presence about him that made her feel like he was in control.
This ability of his tugged at her bottled down femininity. It was a part of herself that she had never been truly in touch with.
It made her feel the need to submit.
Slowly, his hand traced down from her waist, and to her back side, as he leaned in for her lips.
Jimmy the butler suddenly opened the door. He pushed in a tray of tea and biscuits.
Immediately, Lady Frostbite pulled away from Eros's embrace. Her face had totally turned red like a tomato.
Jimmy immediately realized that he had interrupted an unexpected moment.
"Forgive me lord Eros, I had thought some refreshments were in order," he pulled back to exit.
"No! there is no problem. You were the person I was about to send for. Please assign a guest room for Lady Frostbite. Herself and I have MATTERS," he looked at her and winked, "we would like to address later."
Seeing the look he gave her, made her blush more, and her fingers dug into her skirt.
Jimmy was already an aged man. In fact, he was older than Eros, but Cultivation kept him vibrant and looking younger.
He was already in his late eighties, while Eros was just in his sixties. But jimmy looked far younger.
Jimmy had enough experience to know that he had interrupted a delicate moment.
But the expression Lady frostbites face left him speechless.
After all, their family name was frostbite for a particular reason. On top of that, it had only been moments ago that she had been spitting fire at the Funeral.
But now, she was akin to a shy little cat.
Jimmy's mouth was left open in surprise.
"Jimmy!!!" Eros called the old butler, pulling his attention from his head, "please take Lady Frostbite to a GUESTROOM."
*cough!* "Yes, sir. Of course, sir!" Jimmy dropped the tray of refreshments on the table, "Please come with me Lady Frostbite."
She followed after Jimmy, but her eyes still lingered on Eros, until She could see him no more.
Eros maintained a smiling face until she was gone.
He immediately locked the door. This time around, he did not need any unexpected interruption.
Firstly, he opened the drawer and removed a mirror. Even though this was a study, he was still a noble, and many nobles if not most were very bothered about their appearance.
Seeing his reflection in the mirror was a shock that nearly sent him once more to the grave.
Slowly, he dropped the mirror on the table, and sat on his chair.
He bowed his head and massaged his temple.
As the God of Perversion, one of his many selling points was his on earthly looks. He used to have a body that was tall, with lean well carved muscles, and a gorgeous face to crown an incredible body.
But now, he could not even call himself a shadow of his former glory.
The difference between now and then was like comparing a malnourished chicken to a big bald eagle that governed the sky.
He had fallen so far from grace that he was now beneath the grass.
Never in his thousands of years since his existence had he ever experiences such a setback.
This one really touched him.
All this had happened because he was betrayed.
"Those Bastards!!!" he muttered low, gritting his teeth and his fingers digging into his palm in anger.
He suddenly remembered the crying face of his most beloved that against all odds, even standing against the God king had burnt her divinity for him.
Truly, there was no greater love that this.
He felt a low ringing in his chest.
He felt it again. It was like a small stone dropped in water. Sending out low waves.
He recognized this feeling. It was low, but he recognized it. Now that he thought about it, he had also felt it earlier the moment he grabbed Lady Frostbite by the boob.
He immediately entered a state of meditation.
He sent his consciousness into his soul. And there it was. At the center of the two souls that had become one was a shard. It was really small like a finger, but nevertheless, it was there.
This was a shard of his divinity as a God...