Let’s be real. Millions wasn’t a lot of money to Tiras and Su-jin. While things like Tiras’ art compound came about somewhat spur of the moment, they were rarely frivolous with such sums. They lived very well, but it wasn’t like they were paying a million dollars for a personal trip to the moon and back.

Snake blinked several times. “Oh, no. I don’t need money.” Snake wasn’t rich in the way Tiras was, but he had some family money he came into when his favorite auntie passed. Apparently, he was her favorite, too. Plus, he worked so he had an income to supplement that savings. And then there was the passive income from his blog. Unless a bunch of disasters happened all at once, he was pretty set financially.

“Thanks, though. It’s sweet of you to offer.”

There was more he wanted to say, something else clearly on his mind that he hesitated to voice… but only for a moment. Pausing in lifting a forkful of noodles to his lips, Snake gave Tiras an earnest look. “Do you wanna sleep with me again?” Because Snake would like that. A lot. Maybe after their food settled.