* Suikoden III, Nash/Sasarai, "When I said 'my wife,' I really meant 'my boss.'" -- "Good Help"
Good Help an extremely brief foray into genso suikoden iii Mithrigil Galtirglin
“Oh,” Lady Chris said. Her gauntlet dropped off the doorknob.
Sasarai tittered, raising a gloved wrist to his mouth in practiced demureness. “I do believe we have a guest, Mister Latjke.” He shivered indulgently—genuinely—when, beneath him, Nash withdrew—the canines of his condition bared, but the guest didn’t have to know or conjecture that—and left Sasarai’s length to the humid castle air. “You’ll forgive me, Captain Lightfellow, I could I have sworn I posted a guard at that door who possessed a modicum of discretion.”
Sasarai thought it was rather pleasant, to watch the Silver Maiden’s cheeks flush red. (Though if Nash was to be believed—which he perhaps was not—that tinge on Chris’ face was probably anger, not any manner of modesty or shame.)
“Hard to find good help these days, your Eminence?” Lady Chris said with rather remarkable placidity.
“You see the difficulty,” Sasarai agreed.
Nash curled up from the floor languidly, brushed lint off his knees and drew his palm across his chin, though that did nothing to wipe the smirk away. “You see, Chris, when I said ‘my wife’, I really meant ‘my boss’.”
“Oh,” Lady Chris said again—with a rather fetching smirk as she turned and left them to it. “That does explain a lot. I’ll let you get back to work, then,” she added before the door was quite closed.
Laughing, Nash cracked his neck before coiling back down to his knees. “Pay up, your Eminence,” he chuckled. “I told you she wouldn’t flinch.”