For a few seconds, nothing came from Virtueless, and Grey started to wonder if the woman had fallen back into whatever distant memory had pulled that ancient voice out of her.
Then the presence inside the rod shifted, the weight in her tone returning.
"You should show more respect for your elders, mortal child, and perhaps even a little for the Gods while you're at it."
Grey stared at the rod.
"Damn, does this mean I can't make big titty jokes anymore?"
The woman choked so hard that whatever ancient dignity she'd been gathering disappeared almost instantly. Grey could practically feel her trying to recover it, but by the time she spoke again, her normal irritation had already taken over.
"Forget it, forget it, you and Prometheus are too insufferable. Just wait until my husband returns, he'll set you straight."
A red-gold flame flickered above Grey's head, spreading outward until it took the shape of a burning crown, and Prometheus pulsed several times in quick succession.
