Ankyra Sound dinner at deviant's palace

he handled her rejection well; much better than she would have. in some ways she realized she was cruel to lasher, but she was too selfish to make any sort of amend. she couldn't understand it -- she wouldn't -- and the conviction was stamped clear across her face. "i'd hate that." she said with finality, sticking her nose primly into the air to dismiss the topic of polygamy. blue willow was mature, and likely secure: unfortunately for lasher, caiaphas was neither and would have made a belittling, greedy, and demanding lover. 

he was smooth, changing the topic away from her scarcely veiled barbed tongue. she eyed him in a manner that suggested she was fully aware of this. "how big?" she asked, wondering if it was some sort of verbal trap.