[ At the accusation, he outlines a bite he's left just above Aventurine's collarbone with light fingertips and a noncommittal hum. Last week was a mistake.

But then he flicks Aventurine's side, chastising. ]

You've done enough damage.

[ So he says, but he doesn't mind, holding his arm so he can sit along the submerged rocks at the edge of the spring for a soak. ]

Anyway, stop messing around. I want to take advantage of this place while everyone is partied out.