His word comes out strained, as though he's doing his best to be calm and polite and recognize that he has no right to lord his possessiveness over me.

"Well, Lisa is a bit of a… butterfly?" I'm not really sure how to explain her. "Everyone tends to follow her around."

Akbar' bunched shoulders relax, and he crosses his legs, casual as can be, as if he hadn't been fighting some base urges just seconds before. "Oh, I see. I'd hope my men are capable of controlling themselves around a ...