Fuuuuuck. Stolas was going to get spoiled by how sweet Blitzø was being. Everything he had ever dared to wish for was manifesting before him. If this was really a dream, it was one he didn't want to wake up from. He was riding high on Cloud 9. Chuckling lightly, Stolas ghosted his talons over the buttons of the imp's shirt.

"If your proficiency in other fields are any indication on how well you cook, I'm sure you'll have me begging for more." Stolas placed a light kiss on Blitzø’s jawline before he pulled back, turning to slip out of the warmth of his sheets.

Naked as a jaybird, the prince searched his room for where he had stashed his robe. With the house filling with more of the lazy morning light, the imp could see the owl's taste in interior design. His room was filled with glittering crystals and drying herbs lined the walls. There was a small wooden desk to one side of the room where stacks of parchment sat with an inkwell and plume. Above it was a hand drawn map of the night sky that still looked like a work in progress with parts of the paper still blank. After a bit of wandering, Stolas found what he was looking for and pulled his robe loosely over his shoulders.