Malleus has been so utterly focused on his own embarrassment and shame that he hasn’t noticed Lilia in a similar situation. It’s only when he leans back, when Lilia’s hips push against Malleus’ again and he makes that breathy inhale that Malleus properly freezes, an expression on his face that can only be described as shock.

No. It’s certainly not what he thinks it is, because Lilia- Well, he has never thought of Lilia in that capacity, has never considered that he also has the same sort of sensitivities and-

What does he do? Malleus has never even considered- well, there has been the odd dream, but it has always been something he brushed off. It’s a natural part of growing up, but this is not a dream, and he has no idea what to do. Apologize? But there is no reason for Lilia to have a similar problem.

His whole face is hot. Malleus’ eyes dart towards Lilia’s hips and then away.

“…Are you certain I should not leave?” His voice is raspy, unsure. It’s a very different tone than his usual confident, commanding one.