Nikolai remained calm, the heat in his eyes cooling as he gently untangled a knot in Angelo's hair— it was time for another visit to Roxie. "Sick of me already?" He asked lightly, but underneath that was a hint of desperation.
Angelo was still dazed from the fucking, he could barely hold his head up, speaking without being self-conscious. "No, but you might be. I'm the one being done a favor."
Nikolai clamped his lips shut, he doubted Angelo was the one being done the favor here. "I would have kicked you out the moment I was," He spoke before he could stop himself.
It was what he would have said to anyone else, but he was trying to convince Angelo to stay with him, he had to be… nicer.
Angelo didn't seem to mind, an absent smile on his face as he let his face drop back against his chest.
"Sleepy?" Nikolai murmured in a disapproval-laced tone.