Elliot's face flushed slightly as he looked away. "You think so?" he muttered, his voice carrying a hint of embarrassment. He didn't want to admit it, but Charles was right. Azreal's name alone had saved him from a punishment that could've very well ended his life, and painstakingly so, it wasn't the first time he had helped him out of trouble.
But before he could dwell on the thought for too long, another question popped into his mind. His eyes widened as he spun around to face Charles. "Wait, you didn't answer my question earlier!"
Charles raised an eyebrow, his expression lazy and unconcerned as he plopped down on his massive bed, sprawling out comfortably. "Which question?" he asked, feigning ignorance.
Elliot's cheeks tinged pink as he recalled their earlier conversation. "I asked if you were gay," he repeated, his tone more serious now. "But you just gave me a death glare without answering, so I'm asking again. Are you gay?"