Caius sheathed his claws and in one swipe, he ripped Roxanne's lingerie. The material posed no resistance. It almost felt like it wanted to be cut. Feeling the soft, smooth material fall away, Caius was almost sad to have ruined such a wonderful scanty and sexy garment but to view Roxanne's body without it as a barrier made up for that quite nicely.
The Leopolds have always had beauty. It runs in the family quite strongly, and Roxanne might just be the epitome of it. Caius didn't know much about her. Even in the original canon, she hadn't had enough importance for him to have every necessary information about her.
He wasn't delusional. He knew he hadn't fallen for her. No, he didn't feel an inkling of feelings he had for his other lovers for her but he could absolutely acknowledge just how undoubtedly sexy she was.
