His face no longer had blood dripping from it, rather it was now polished, fair skin as always sheening inhumanly, golden-red eyes peeking from his slim cat-like lids, artistically aligned soft features that almost rendered him with air of a female if not for his tightly muscled body.

His red tongue slipped from his mouth, the wet limp sweeping upon his soft blood red muscles. "Mornings must be rather hectic for you, look at you, you remind me of an intoxicated rabbit." He hushly said, looking from the corner at the blue eyed girl that had entered the parlor. 

She deadpanned at him. It was true that mornings took a toll on her. Her already unruly hair would turn wilder, rougher, like an insane tree woman. Her eyes would be heavily rendering her to look like she was highly intoxicated, and her lips would seem chapped and rough.

She slipped her fingers into her hair, scratching the roots. "Good morning, sir," she even added a small bow. "How was your night?"

A tiny smile surfaced on Oliviér's face, it hooked his moist lips up and tilted his slim golden-red eyes up like a predator amused at his prey. "It was splendid, I had dreams of fairylands and sweet delicacies."

"Presumptuous of me to think but could it be that my little assistant thinks today is a free day for her?" Oliviér added, his half-smile causing her to awaken completely.

Her fingers wounded into her hair once more, scratching the unruly pink locks like an uncouth woman as she allowed a wide smile on her face.

"Of course not sire," she said. "I simply thought judging by yesterday's events that we would…."

Oliviér stopped knotting his tie. "We would what? Take a break? Judging by yesterday's events is all the more reason why today would be a busy day for us. I have dukes, duchess, and the Crown lighting up my arse concerning the circumstances yesterday."

Elizabeth bit her lips. Her body hurt. Her head ached from the slamming her body had received from that damned Rogue beast.

Oliviér's smile seemed to turn wide, slowly forming into another one of his "sweet" smiles, only a small glimpse of his fanged canine flashed towards Elizabeth.

Elizabeth felt the soothing breeze of the flame on her innards again. This man had already begun acting so damned scary so early in the morning.

"Come, little assistant, help me with my tie," Oliviér commanded, loosening the work he had already done on his tie.

Elizabeth was taken aback by the request at first. "This…. Sir…. Perhaps this is not very appropriate."

Oliviér's slender fingers stopped on his neck as his fair lashes blinked rapidly. "Hm? What would be appropriate for an assistant, Myriad?"

Elizabeth wanted to roll her eyes. Oliviér obviously had stuck with the habit of not bothering with her name. Half-breed, Commoner, Peasant, Little assistant, Myriad? Did he even remember her name at this point? 

She held her tongue from speaking rude words and began stepping forward. She was racking her brain to remember who she had offended to receive such a curse customized as a blessing.

She stood an inch away from him. Saying her heart was beating erratically was an understatement. She did not understand how she always ended up always being so close to Oliviér. Sigh, an assistant's work was more stressful than she had thought.

And it did not help that her Superior, while incredibly physically attractive, was a prick. She honestly could not deny the effect his face and build had on her but luckily his attitude quenched whatever kind of effects that was turning into something she was not willing to admit yet… 

Small fingers snaked up his chest, only a breath away from touching the printed and soft material pressed against Oliviér's broad chest. She allowed herself to release a soft breath and she held her head up to look at the black tie.

Her small fingers worked on the tie. This man was not disabled so Elizabeth could not understand why he had asked her to knot his tie. Was he by chance trying to embarrass because he thought a Commoner like her did not know how to knot a tie?

She huffed in her mind, struggling not to show irritation on her face. Did he know that she was a top grade student of the Junior Investigative Podium? She had now officially been on field work and even fought a Rogue!

Wait…. Well she had run from the Rogue but… oh gods the Rogue! She had not told Oliviér about the Rogue yet.

"S-sir," Elizabeth called out, calming her nerves as a pair of golden-red eyes descended on her. "I need to tell you something.

"Speak," Oliviér replied blankly.

"Sir, yesterday a Rogue attacked me, I only managed to escape by a hair with magic."

Oliviér's lips twitched at the words. This little assistant, was this how her mind worked?

Allowing himself a short dry chuckle he raised his hand, a pair of slender fingers catching ahold of her cheek and pinching it gently. "You speak too freely," he pulled on the skin a bit.

"You did not see any Rogue at the King's Tower yesterday, you did not use Magic to escape, nor do you know anything about Magic, after all Magic users are criminals in the eyes of the law."

His eyes were facing her with a chilling coldness. Of course she knew how dangerous it was to be a Magic user in Hara, especially a half-breed Magic user, but what was there to hide? He already knew what she was.

"Do not argue with me on this assistant, you escaped from an enraged Commoner yesterday."

Elizabeth who was indeed about to retort shut up. As she pressed her lips into a thin line a knock came from the door.

The old man entered the parlor with a silver tray in his hand. He dropped the tray on a short table, and began removing the breakfast on top of the tray.

"Prepare yourself, assistant, today we are going to Ayhorn District, a guest has come to the Capital involving the Bleach case."

Elizabeth frowned her hands instinctively resting on his chest as she finished knotting his tie. "Ayhorn District? Are there not a lot of Commoners there? From yesterday's incident, would it be safe to go to places populated by Commoners?"

Oliviér's black eyebrows began to knit, pulling together into a small furrow whilst the corner of his blood red lips tilted. "Do not exaggerate, assistant, that place has not been populated by Commoners for a long while now."

Elizabeth nodded at his response. "I take it you are done with my tie, judging by how you have decided to use my chest as your hands placeholder?" 

Elizabeth quickly removed her hands as if they were burnt by fire. "S-sorry sir!" She bowed her head.

Oliviér felt his throat turn hot and itchy at her frightened reaction. Bunny…. Little bunny will be eaten one day….. he shook his head and spoke. "Do well to wear clothes that do not embarrass me too much."

Oliviér watched her frightened expression contort into one of spite and irritation. Ah, the beloved reaction from his little assistant, he had a striking feeling he would receive such an impetuous reaction from her more times that often.

…. How his fingers itched to pull her plump cheeks again.

"Sir, I do not have any clothes in your house, if you would allow me to hurry back and fetch them then…."

"Forget it, you'll wear my clothes,"

She staggered back as if she had been thrown a deadly blow. This man was such a joker? 

This assistant…. This rabbit…. Why are you always so amusing to watch? Oliviér skimmed his eyes over her frame while she was obviously flushed and vexed.

"Sir, you can't, I mean it is very inappropriate and impressionable for me to wear your clothes…. You can't really be expecting me to wear your clothes?"

Oliviér took one step back and then jolted an eyebrow…. Can't?

•••

Elizabeth stood inside a large mansion in a shirt that made her look like a homeless beggar and breeches which were her own along with her boots.

She crossed her hands over her chest, flushed face staring at the stairs the maid in the home escorted Oliviér up to.

Bastard…. Ugly…. Wait no…. Horrible bastard. The more she glared at the pristine stairs as if it was the root of her problem the more her anger rose.

"Ugh!" She reverberated, arms flailing up in the air and slapping against a small vase, sending it falling onto the ground and breaking at collision.

She slapped her palm on her mouth as she saw the mess she had created.

"I heard that it costs a fortune."

Elizabeth froze.