"Why are you asking for my energy?" Fenrir seethed. "Was I right all along that you're a spy for another god? The only beings who want a god's soul energy are those who want to become the most powerful."
Hyeon wasn't expecting this reaction. The accusation made his heart speed up. His stomach dropped. This could put their relationship progress in jeopardy!
"N-no! I thought that, well, since you do it to me during sex, maybe I could try yours at the same time!" When saying it out loud, Hyeon realized it certainly sounded suspicious.
The sleet fell harder. Glassy pebbles covered the grass. Fenrir was getting angrier.
"I saw the way you looked at my soul days ago. Just because you can now see everyone's sál within their chests, doesn't mean you can absorb it when you so desire." Fenrir's eyes were faintly glowing.
"That-that's absolutely not my intentions!"
*How do I get through to him?*
Hyeon stood in front of Fenrir and made direct eye contact. "I only thought…" he choked. His throat tightened from getting upset. It was embarrassing to say, but he'd cry if they continued to fight.
*If I get angry too, this will only get worse. I need to be as calm as possible.*
Hyeon lifted his hand and grazed his fingertips against the deity's cheek. The skin felt smooth against his palm. Fenrir flinched from the touch, unsure of how to react to the sudden gentle gesture. "I asked because I thought it would be more intimate. I didn't consider how it could come across as inappropriate. I'm sorry."
Fenrir didn't look completely convinced but appeared to be less aggravated. He studied Hyeon's face. "Yes, it was a request that you should never ask of a god. I can easily think of at least a dozen others who'd have killed you instantly without hearing your side."
Hyeon glanced down and crossed his arms. "…Sorry." *This probably ruined everything.*
"But, I think you're being truthful. Your eyes are like an open book."
"What do you mean?"
Fenrir poked the space in between Hyeon's eyebrows. "They change colors."
"What color did you see that makes you believe me?"
The right side of Fenrir's lips curved into a small smile. He turned and headed back to the castle.
*Okay? Why is it a secret?*
Although the sleet had stopped, the ground was slippery. Hyeon was careful not to slip and followed a few paces behind. In between steps, he felt a hot gush of liquid leaking from his bottom. It flowed down and soaked the crotch area of his underwear. "Ugh," he complained, "I just bought these."
"I suggest a bath and rest since you'll be returning to your duties tomorrow. I believe Sani left you healing ointment in the cabinet." Fenrir muttered to himself, "Speaking of, that bastard will be here soon."
Hyeon was about to pull his hair out! *What else could go wrong today? First my outfit, stuff coming out of my ass, then Fenrir's tantrum, and now being told I have to go back to my job tomorrow. Anything else?*
"And one more thing. Don't forget to refer to me as Master. It's been your habit as of late."
*This guy! Just wait 'till I can catch more of your little glowy balls and return the favor,* Hyeon crudely thought, along with other colorful insults. Fenrir would punish him for sure if he heard Hyeon's inner monologue.