Bramblepoint medusa and hemlock

Briefly, he wondered if Taltos would take offense. Peregrine had named his child for one lover, not the other. Of course, it was due in large part to the fact that Pan was dead and gone. And he had never cursed Peregrine to a lonely death, not even if and when he probably deserved it. The Alpha couldn't even imagine Pan speaking like that to anybody. He had been such a soft, gentle and innocent soul, incapable of hurting a fly.

Of course, Lasher's own curses were water under the bridge now. Peregrine regarded him, lips pursed, thinking briefly on their abortive attempt to get physical. He found he did not desire that particular brand of intimacy with Lasher. He was, however, enjoying the emotional variety very much. That was largely what Pan had provided for him too, seeing as they had only boned that one, sweet time. Perhaps Fox just kept him so satisfied that he didn't seek sensual release anywhere else these days (he should tell her that, it would flatter her).