WISE MEN WONDER WHILE STRONG MEN DIE
Ah, but Morgan had seen Neron flinch - out on his knees in the snow, with her orders ringing in his ears and his mouth between her legs. But... they were doing their best not to mention that, weren’t they? They were a picture of opposites in the reading room; Morgan strong and proud and upright, Neron slouched with an elbow propped on the arm of his chair. ”My apologies,” he said of his apparent joke, though it wouldn’t surprise her that he didn’t sound sorry at all.
”Do we?” Tilting his head, Neron’s smile showed perhaps the smallest hint of fangs, and he shrugged his shoulders. ”It’s already forgotten, Warden. No one will ever hear a peep out of me, I assure you.” Giving up the mantle of leadership had been good for him, he thought. It had made him far too stiff and responsible; so unlike his nature.
”Do we?” Tilting his head, Neron’s smile showed perhaps the smallest hint of fangs, and he shrugged his shoulders. ”It’s already forgotten, Warden. No one will ever hear a peep out of me, I assure you.” Giving up the mantle of leadership had been good for him, he thought. It had made him far too stiff and responsible; so unlike his nature.
