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Syx couldn’t help but break out into laughter, “Oh this was certainly not in today’s agenda,” he cocks his head at Harrison and raised a sculpted eyebrow, “Were you seriously going to buy that diamond coated thing? It was horrendous.”

This from a man who did not understand the meaning of too many spikes. He pursed his lips and smoothed his hands over Harrison’s chest. His mind working away at ways he might claim the man in the future. He was well aware that the man’s mate came first, but he was going to push as far as he could. He loved to leave marks, to have marks made on him. Something permanent on that blue skin would be heavenly.

“It’s a Bvlgari,” Harrison said emphatically, as though that should explain it all.  Seriously, for all they had in common, all the blue villains had no fashion sense.  “Handmade, Italian, and gorgeous I might add with the baguette diamonds, not a cut you usually see in men’s accessories.”  He let out a exasperated huff once he’s finished with the lecture.  

“If you’re not going to wear it, you can at least give it back. Unless your next evil plan is to create designer-watch bots or something.”  With that he stuck out his tongue childishly.  

Syx quirked his lips, his brow rose still further as he listened. When Harrison stuck his tongue out Syx gave it a flick, “You keep doing that and I’ll bit it next time,” he warned, then just because he knew it was bound to rile the man up he told him, “I was going to rip it down to raw resources and repurpose the diamonds. Just utterly destroyed,” he smirked evilly and placed a finger on Harrison’s lips to cut off any protests, “Yes you can have the watch.”