“That depends upon how fiendishly inventive I can be. Perhaps in your next incarnation … yes. You will return to the Underrealm with me, and I will raise you as my own. I will make your love”—a scathing gesture toward Calliope—“a lowly mortal commoner, and have you reap them. And they will always remember that as your beginning, always bear that scar of resentment. A terrible foundation for a relationship.”
