Vesca never would understand what went on in D's head. One minute the two of them had been talking, and the next thing Vesca knew he was being shoved against a wall and kissed within an inch of his life.
He tried to ask the Count what had gotten into him, but the kami was insistent to the point of being hell-bent. By the time Vesca managed to draw enough breath to speak he was in a bedroom being stripped, and by that point neither of them were interested in talking.
It wasn't until he was catching his breath afterward that Howell got a good look at the room he and his lover had commandeered: a room that was not, in fact, the guest room they'd been staying in.
"D," he asked warily, the sinking in his stomach increasing as he saw the mischievous look on the kami's face. "Whose bed are we in?"
"My father's," the purple-eyed kami chirped.
Vesca's scream of horror brought half the shop running.