The Argonian glared at the man, the black feathers on top of her head quivering with anger. Claws dug into the cover of the book she was holding.
“What have you done, Crassius? A maid? A lusty maid?!”
Curio gave her a sheepish smile. “You inspired me, ma’dear.”
She composed herself with effort as she tore the first page from the book. “This,” she snarled, “will never,” the sheet flew into the fire, “see the light of day.”
The Imperial slung his arms around her waist. “Too late,” he whispered. “It’s out. And it will inspire our fans for eras.”