Exton

Dmitri leans forward.

"Never? How old were you when you entered into contract?"

Laila smiles as Tomas rests his head on his mother's shoulder. "I was twelve. Why?"

"The boys of my youth would have found you a treasure at ten. I think they must have all gone blind in this modern age." Dmitri smiles at her. "And may I be so forward as to ask your current age? If I remember correctly a donor will age very slowly."

She shakes her head slowly. "I am not a donor, as you say. I am twenty two."

Guunnar grins and rubs his big hands together. "Legal age. So a pretty young voman, kissed only by a baby boy. I could teach du much, lovely vone." His smile twists to pain. "OW!"

Dmitri smiles innocently. "Do not fear the giant one, *agapité. He will only press onward if you encourage him. As for myself, as lovely and vivacious as you are, ^Eímai énas ánthro̱pos gia tous ándres"

Ramji has said nothing, staring at the blue veil draped around her shoulders. Keon moves to stand, drawing his gaze for a moment. The Sidhe Lord murmurs, "Not only are Vikings obvious. Croatians have their moments as well. Guunnar flirts to tease ye, as he did to Monty long ago."

Ramji's fists loosen, tension leaving his jaw. He lowers his eyes again, nodding once to Keon. With a smile, Keon tells the assembled families. "My little one also bids thee all goodnight."

Star reaches for Mera, and Keon brings her close. "Kiss our lass goodnight and I will take her to the nursery. Ye and Erik stay, visit with yer sister."

Once his daughter has her kisses and cuddles from Erik and Star, Keon heads for the stairs. He gives Torrent a look and the Brownie smiles back. There would still be time to talk before the dark Lord heads back to his home Realm.


*my dear

^I am a man for men.