“You had one too many of those delicious mead cocktails to make chatting with all your fans tolerable?” The corners of his mouth twitch. “All my fans?” I shrug. “Sofiya Patchenkov’s a fan.” “A fan of my status.” “Obviously. Who in their right mind would be a fan of your personality?” That wins me a smile. A full-blow one. Dare I say I find the Ice King not so icy after all?
