Elijah's smile was quickly replaced by a frown. He was lucky not to have been drinking; otherwise, he would have choked.
"Rue," Elijah said, pinching the bridge of his nose. "This is not something we can speak of, and I like women. Only women."
Elijah was curious, but he didn't dare ask why Rue decided to throw in men.
"Why can't we speak of this? It is only the two of us here, and we are friends. I know that the act of love brings on children. Don't think of me as some clueless lady," said Rue.
"That is not the issue. I can see your father's sword coming for me if I answer you," Elijah said, suddenly uncomfortable.
"His sword would only come toward you if you spoke of this to him. Besides, I would be the one scolded for speaking of something so indecent. Is it that you are shy so you cannot answer me, or are you embarrassed to share that you are a rake?" Rue asked, further adding to Elijah's discomfort.
"A rake?"
