It's not flattery when it's a fact

Aries and Abel idled in her chambers, cuddling, talking about anything random, and spending it like how lovers would enjoy the night with each other's company. But tonight, neither of them was willing to stay in the bed and rest. Instead, they enjoyed a glass of wine as they sat on the divan. 

Aries had her feet up, resting her side against the backrest. Holding a half-empty wine on top of the cushion on her lap, the side of her eyes wrinkled along with the curl of her lips. 

"And?" she asked in great interest, staring at the beautiful man before her.

In front of her was Abel, sitting at arm's length. His arm was spread over the backrest while his hand would casually massage her head. He held the wineglass on the other with his leg up on the divan, the other on the floor. 

The side of his lips curled up, raising the wineglass to his lips. "He died right in front of me."