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Loren scoffed, his expression darkening. "Since you seem to be having trouble with the question, I'll repeat it. Are you planning to fuck your second in command?" His eyes bored into Sunjata. Once again, the summoner's expression and tone gentled. "So again. Please let me heal you." Despite his best efforts, there was almost a desperation in the offer. However, he waited patiently for the bartender to consider his inquiry about whether Phoebe could claim the other man just as Sunjata was planning to claim her. "Yes, I do. But mostly I want this marriage, fucked up as I still think it is, to be equitable. For both of you." Beyond the harshness of the Launceleyn's words and voice, there was a deep-seated concern in his mind, one that bled through Loren's bond to Sunjata. LOREN Not quite an open book