Desire didn’t delve, but he believed him. Call that why his reaction to that answer was to laugh again, briefly but without mocking, nodding several times in place of ‘okay, okay, I get it’. Something about the way the Warlock presented himself didn’t all add up, not with all the bodice-rippers he had lying around, but he seemed fairly benign all things considered.
Also, he was a Guardian. And that seemed to be the universe’s—or at least the Traveler’s—way of casting a vote for you as ‘not the biggest asshole ever’.
“When I met the Sovs earlier, the Queen asked me back for some kind of one-on-one. I’ll put in a good word for you while I’m there,” he teased.
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Also, he was a Guardian. And that seemed to be the universe’s—or at least the Traveler’s—way of casting a vote for you as ‘not the biggest asshole ever’.
“When I met the Sovs earlier, the Queen asked me back for some kind of one-on-one. I’ll put in a good word for you while I’m there,” he teased.