“Should I even be talking to you about this? Aren’t you less than three years old?” “Uncle Neil, I was born with the memory of Wild Orchid II: Two Shades of Blue. I can handle you and your girlfriend and your feelings. But yes, keep any bedroom stuff to yourself, please and thank you.” “Gods, you really are his kid, aren’t you?” An adorably happy smile lit up Nik’s leporine face. “Really?” “Yes. You’re happy about that?” “No,” Nik said, forcing a scowl onto his face.
