"I still wonder why your boss tried to get his way under your grandma skirt." As Cora got a little weird in silence, Ivan murmured.
He gazed at her from head to toe, shaking his head. "Even if she wears less, I wouldn't get a hard on. Well, I'm not a pervert." He commented, shrugging his shoulders as she let her mind wander somewhere else while he looked for words.
'No, Cora! Get a grip on yourself! Your heart belongs to brother Zion! How dare your heart race for this annoying foreigner?! He didn't mean to look like a flirt, right?! No, I mean, I wouldn't be surprised if he's a charming flirt with his looks, but I can't be affected! This is probably because of what happened earlier! Yes, that must be it!' Unlike her silence, Cora's mind was running rather wildly as a lot of things were going on.
