
My dear, a small problem is one werewolf with a cavity. A little problem is two werewolves trying to sleep on the bed.
This is…. something else.

My dear, a small problem is one werewolf with a cavity. A little problem is two werewolves trying to sleep on the bed.
This is…. something else.
You are a far kinder, simpler, and sweeter mate than I deserve.
If I were wise, and generous, and were my thoughts not contracted to a pinpoint of unbearable lust at the sight of you, I would wish you well in someone else’s arms.
~S

Another thrall for Thû’s amusement? Was one traitorous elf not sufficient?

I wonder if I could share him with my lord…
*Says nothing and does not spare a glance towards the shadows, but removes his apron and hefts a somewhat-larger-than-necessary mallet to continue his work in the firelight*