Speechless, Rambaldi huffed out a shaky breath. Everything Sanshoku was doing - her movements, her chuff - were going straight to some forbidden part of Rambaldi’s brain. “You seem like I wouldn’t be yours, Sanshoku,” he ground out, still ignoring the other question. The one she had asked twice now. She definitely knew what she was doing - all the havoc she was wreaking on him. He refused to dignify the koi Aquatis’ inquiry with a response, but he probably eventually would have to. She would force him to. He nearly choked at the thought, icy eyes still staring at Sanshoku. A light breeze blew around them. He had to restrain himself - the breeze brought Sanshoku’s scent straight to his nose, the salt and smugness and seduction. She also smelled . . . earthy? Was that a result of the leaves and vines she sported on her body?

“So tell me when you’re gonna let me in.”