"If I sent the sex demon to the queen."
Belial turned very slowly.
"...What."
"Hypothetically." Drevian was still looking at the portrait. "If the sex demon were redirected. Rather than killed. If he were made to understand the terms." A pause. "The queen would be—"
"You want another man to fuck the queen," Belial said, "so that you can watch."
"That is not—"
"Because you cannot."
"That is absolutely NOT—" Drevian turned. His face was purple in a way that had nothing to do with demonic energy. "The king has already been between those thighs. Repeatedly. For years. I have no' emotional 'attachment. I simply want to— to experience, at least vicariously, once—"
"You want to watch."
"I want to TASTE— I want—" He stopped. Pressed his fingers to his eyes. "I just want to taste her body. Once. That's all. Even through the crystal."
The crystal, behind them, chose this moment to produce:
"AHN~— MASTER~— PLEASE~— DON'T STOP~—"
