— What?! — Dasse and Jon yelled in two voices, staring at the embarrassed Runour.

— My brain is already on edge from your amazing smell… So what? I'm not in a hurry... let's go to the restaurant, I'll come to you with flowers...— muttered Runour, blushing even more, without taking his burning eyes off Jon's flushed face.

— D-don't laugh at me! —  Jon suddenly blurted out, hiding his face in a towel.

— No, darling, I don't... — Runour was not allowed to finish, as Dasse dragged him to the far wall, hissing:

— Did you fall from an oak tree?! What are you talking about?!

Runour looked drunk, but he didn't smell like alcohol at all.

— I don't know myself, seriously. Something clicked. And you can smell it... can't you? It's amazing.

Dasse moved his nose and finally it dawned on him — that light mixture of kerosene or solar oil — it was the smell of the omega he had caught. It's understandable why the guy said he would never get married — who would like that?

— Except for a psycho like you... — drawled Dasse, releasing his cousin, — why do we have only psychos in our family?

— Speaking of psychos, — Runour remarked seriously, finally paying attention to his cousin, — why are you wearing a huge white robe and only trousers? What's the new fashion?

Dasse was petrified. Damn it! He completely forgot about it while he was dealing with this kerosene guy! He spoke, trying to keep a straight face:

— Uh, it's for conspiracy…

Runour frowned:

— Really? And then what about the smell? You have a thing about this at work.

Dasse was stunned, finally feeling his own scent. But how did it happen?! He was doing the procedure! He shouldn't have smelled now!

— H-how?!

— Uh-this is... a side effect ... releases all odors... even hidden ones... — Jon said, — I'm sorry…

What-what-what?! So he was running around in Etienne's dressing gown, scented all over the mansion?! No conspiracy! And he didn't even notice! He's a lousy guard!

— Runour, deal with this yourself! You can handle it! — he shouted on the run, darting out of the room, — urgent matters to attend to!

— Aha! — his cousin's voice echoed somewhere behind him, clearly delighted by the swift disappearance of the unwanted third party.

First thing Dasse dashed into the laundry room, shedding the robe without even waiting for the laundry worker. He dispatched several cleaners to Etienne's room to sweep away any traces, if there were any — no need to raise unnecessary noise, especially if it seems this Jon will soon become a relative. And, wearing a white T-shirt, he hurried with the guys to clean the garden, investigating the areas with the "explosion" of the scent. He decided that now it was necessary to eliminate all possible problems (what if some other bruised guest wants to visit through the back door?), and then deal with his own — head to the infirmary to mask the scent.