Hibernation Point ≡ Go for Gold

Warlock? he asked, cocking his head and beginning to rack his brain for the translation of that strange—

Ah, маг, Vasya concluded finally, and smirked. As a holy man, he was happy to take it, although he'd prefer a more reverent name—but he was pleased, nonetheless.

The afterglow of sex did not hurt whatsoever.

Vasiliy, my lady, he replied. Good to meet you, Medusa.

He stretched, long, dark forelimbs splaying out. You are good lover, he added, grinning. Maybe we love again, soon.

Soon, as in. . .ten minutes from now.