Conchobar didn't have a general respect for women, especially when his favored wife was a whore who begrudged him her desire. She gave it to another man, and even now she laughed at him by marrying someone else. She was his to contain---and yet, Deirdre never once entered his mind this morning.
"Disorderly conduct will be tolerated Ms..." his voice trailed off, reading over his paperwork to find her last name because he couldn't remember now that his attention had been locked on her face for a full minute and a half. What was going on?