{AN: Yeah, that's exactly what the letter said. ^^ I just had Sal worry that she wouldn't do as the letter said, especially since people in Asgard are growing tired of his antics.}
When Eileen finally came outside, whip in hand, a small, dark smile crept up Sal's face, piercing his eyes. She was impressive. She came prepared. How many other of the females of Asgard would have done that? Blythe had fought back. But she certainly didn't come charging into a meeting with Sal carrying a whip. The asexual was highly amused.
"Over heeeeere, princess," Sal called in a singsong voice from the treeline, keeping hidden in the shadows. If Eileen saw him and realized he didn't have anyone with him, she would run back inside and his plan would have failed. "Don't be shy, now."