"Are you just going to stare?" Amon speaks up with his eyes still closed, catching Susan off guard.
She can clearly see that Amon's eyes are closed and he isn't even looking in her direction, so how did it he know she is staring at him?
"How did you know?" Susan asks.
"I remember your scent," Amon says, finally opening his eyes and turning his head to look at her.
"You figured it was me just by my scent?" Susan asks, surprised.
"I have a really sharp nose," Amon says, smiling cheekily. "Join me," He says, staring into her eyes and extending his hand.
Susan looks at Amon and then at his hand. Her head is filled with confusion, as she doesn't know what Amon wants.
First, he flirts with her, makes her almost cum, but then leaves her hot and bothered, then he goes on to fuck some other woman when he could have easily walked over to her room and claimed her, and now he pretends as if none of that happened and is inviting her into his arms.
