[Idly, with his charge sprawled beneath him and Lancia himself pinning him there with his arms and body atop, he wonders when things changed. When Faustino started playing with him so much in these sessions, almost flirtatious in a way. Just as soon as he thinks it, Lancia banishes the thought. A man can’t let himself get distracted by such things; Faustino is simply that kind of person.]
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Oh? Anyone I should be worried about?