"I was simply wondering what your real intention was in coming here, Ming'er," replied BaiShe in a calm voice.
She let out a small melodious laugh, but devoid of any warmth.
"I was just in the area. When I saw an insect daring to insult you, I thought: why not kill him? It is the role of a devoted wife, is it not? And besides... why did you not devour him yourself?"
BaiShe adjusted his monocle with his left hand, without his expression changing one iota.
"That was not part of my immediate plan. It is extremely dangerous to kill a Son of Luck without first exhausting all his fortune, in addition to the waste of resources."
"Ah, that... You know very well that I do not care," she retorted.
A heavy silence settled between them, broken only by the rustling of her robe against his black tunic.
BaiShe finally broke the calm.
"You know far too many things, Princess..."
"And so?" She leaned closer, her heady scent of flowers invading BaiShe's senses.
