“If you believe it will help your cause, Chaldean Reihana, I will gladly assure Lord Mehkal that you are just vocal enough.” Sometimes, he just could not help himself. “And perhaps I have failed in my duties of pleasing her Most Revered Majesty, and thus a replacement must be sought.” Forlorn once more, the words drawn out and woefully dramatic, holding out his drink only to have it whisked dutifully away by his charming young companion. Her beauty was no mistake, though it was hardly all the lass brought to the table. To those who inquired, Mikino would remark only that there was a wisdom to surrounding oneself with loveliness, but Eoin had caught on enough to realize the distraction she could pose. He had no qualms over using her to his benefit, though Aredhel would be within his own orders to step in should any seek to do more than look. Mikino would not see his people abused and the ARA would never have permitted it, even for Lord Judgment.
“I once more find myself in agreement with Lord Viorel.” He tipped his head back to regard that lovely masked visage beside him, uttering the words as if they were most troubling and he were in need of her care as a physician of royal caliber. “And yet,” golden eyes settled on Eoin, “if even half the talk of your prowess holds true, one would imagine by now some offspring would have come of it.”