Dulce knocked gingerly on the right door, looking around like he was about to commit a crime. His features still retained color from the night before, a healthy warmth to his skin.
"Can I come in?" He asked right away, keeping his voice at a whisper.
Ruoxi stepped away from the door to let him in, the barest hint of the scent of lotus flowers clinging to his skin. "Running from someone?" He asked lightly.
Although they had an arrangement of sorts, he didn't quite expect Dulce to generously present himself for the second time as a meal.
"You could say that," He mumbled, going over to perch on the bed. It wasn't stuffy on the ship so he left all of his clothes on, waiting expectantly.
Ruoxi didn't say anything more, turning away from the closed door. He had tried the red fruit that Dulce had once offered him, and it had been underwhelming... He didn't look too closely at the consequence of that.
