"I feel a bit bad for your next few partners," he murmured, amused. "I don't think they could possibly measure up, from what it sounds like." Not that Edy wasn't clearly capable of finding - and making - her own fun! Probably for the best that she did for a little while, at least, so whoever she enjoyed an interlude with next wouldn't let her down quite so far in comparison to a god of sex and fertility.
He arched the usual brow at hearing that she had wanted to speak to him, but simply waited quietly while she got her thoughts in order. He noted how she reached for Bobi, an uncharacteristically nervous gesture from the confident young mage, and braced himself to hear that she had to throw him in prison after all. The information she dropped a few moments later was met with a simple nod, though inwardly his mind was racing at the implications of Zariah teaming up with the Voice. Hell. That was something Ronin and Amalia needed to know, so history - what they knew of it, at least - didn't go about repeating itself.
"Here you are," he agreed, a bit bemused, but silenced further comment as she found the words he suspected she had been searching for in Bobi's fur. He politely refrained from agreeing with her statement on the lack of diplomacy, but he tilted his head in wry acknowledgment that she wasn't wrong, even if he wouldn't come straight out and say that she was right. She was impulsively honest, but her temper ran hot and fast, and what made her a good friend would not necessarily translate into being a good leader. Especially if she needed to deal with Delah or Arduinna...
The question caught him by surprise, but he found himself grinning at the familiar wink. In spite of her state of undress and all the goods that were on display, both new andold young, he leaned forward a bit in his chair, blue eyes fixed on her face and the wicked mischief usually there. "I have," he agreed, a wry smirk on his lips. "But you probably guessed that. What do you have in mind, oh red-hot regent of the barrierlands?"
He arched the usual brow at hearing that she had wanted to speak to him, but simply waited quietly while she got her thoughts in order. He noted how she reached for Bobi, an uncharacteristically nervous gesture from the confident young mage, and braced himself to hear that she had to throw him in prison after all. The information she dropped a few moments later was met with a simple nod, though inwardly his mind was racing at the implications of Zariah teaming up with the Voice. Hell. That was something Ronin and Amalia needed to know, so history - what they knew of it, at least - didn't go about repeating itself.
"Here you are," he agreed, a bit bemused, but silenced further comment as she found the words he suspected she had been searching for in Bobi's fur. He politely refrained from agreeing with her statement on the lack of diplomacy, but he tilted his head in wry acknowledgment that she wasn't wrong, even if he wouldn't come straight out and say that she was right. She was impulsively honest, but her temper ran hot and fast, and what made her a good friend would not necessarily translate into being a good leader. Especially if she needed to deal with Delah or Arduinna...
The question caught him by surprise, but he found himself grinning at the familiar wink. In spite of her state of undress and all the goods that were on display, both new and
