I think you re undervaluing a couple of other assets there . Lazy rumble of lechery in his voice, reaching forward to cup one slumped breast and thumb the nipple. Refusing to meet her tone with any seriousness of his own. Tip to tail, it s all pretty pleasing to my eye. And a couple of other organs, too, in case you didn t notice.

It got him a faint smile. And what he d been angling for, really she put a hand on his already swelling prick, where it floated fatly between his legs in the bathwater.

Yes, an effect I m quite sure any unlaced tavern wench half my age would produce in that selfsame organ just by brushing up against it. You can t crawl back inside what you once had, Eg. You have to live with now. And now I am old. Practically a crone.

He snorted. You re not yet forty, woman.

Though privately he suspected that she probably was, and a couple of years besides. Truth be told, it wasn t something he d ever given a lot of thought to. Years ago when they d first met, with the war still raging and nothing certain to grab on to but the day you were given well, then things were different. The fact Imrana was a handful of years older than him had given her a darkly exotic allure, a frisson he was unused to in his more usual brothel tumbles. Age and court sophistication were the heady perfumes she was steeped in, a rising, maddening scent that hit him like patchouli or rose oil, and filled him with a restless, indefinable hunger.

Now, with thoughts of age creeping up on him as well, her vanguard battles against the same enemy troubled him more than he liked to admit.

Yeah, Dragonbane. Troubles you almost as much as that escutcheoned fuck she s got herself for a husband. And you don t much like to admit that, either, do you.