The Satanic Queen

"Cronies? They will love that moniker, I'm sure," Lucas said in a low drawl, though the predatory smile on his face told that he didn't particularly care what she wanted to call them. "I'll admit, though, from past experience, that keeping your hands clean is more of a necessity than an interesting branch of thought." He laughed under his breath. "That is, if you want to stay upon the throne for any great length of time." That she actually considered his offer (which he had pulled out of his ass and had not thought much more about) was a surprise that showed on his usually blank face. "Oh but of course. I hope you understand that the same is true for myself and my organisation. As far as the rest of the world is concerned, we never met. If you give me a list of those not to be targeted, I can work with this." And in return they would have more freedom, and potentially a blind eye turned to their actions? Perfect. Lucas was done at that point, but then Zariah approached an unceremoniously took a look at the goods not-exactly-on-offer for reasons linked to his race more than anything. "It's in the pipeline," he said with a wicked grin. "Thank you, Your Highness, for indulging me tonight." LUCAS making work for idle hands