Silver Creek let's kill someone

iliksis didn't expect that casual afterthought to slip in there -- especially in not such a bizarrely rewarding way. he chewed over this new piece of information rather carefully, and if grayson chanced to look over him during this time, he would likely catch the dark wheels slowly churning in iliksis' distant mind.

a wife, paired? as in, duty-bound and obligated to subject herself to him? in himmonrond the worthy men took thralls as their own - they violently coupled with any they wished on a whim - the thralls there served to simply arouse and satiate their pleasure, little more.

this was not so different, save, iliksis thought he suspected the hint of monogamy being expected in such choice words. after all, wife had been singular.

no matter, thought the bastard -- he could slither into the dens of those women, while the men were out protecting. already he had visions of serial polygamy -- visions of slinking into some helpless wretch's den, flinging her downward against the cold stone floor, filling her with the hot, explosive rush of his vile seed -- oh, rosings would do indeed.

he was interested.. perhaps too interested; it showed in the light of those sullen yellow eyes. "a wife..?" his voice rasped delightedly. "that sounds like a high honor. i will do what i can to deserve it."

iliksis had been sitting while they spoke, but now he rose -- keeping care to have his head never raised higher than grayson's own. "what other duties do the men have?"