“Luke, Luke,” Elliot said urgently. “Will you look after mine and Serene’s children? I’m starting to have some real worries about Jasper and Smooth-Skin-Like-Finest-Porcelain’s well-being.” “You’ve named your children,” said Luke, with extreme and offensive skepticism. “Yes, one elven name and one human name. I wish to be fair.” “You’ve named them Smooth Jazz?” “Look, apparently I’ll be raising them, let me have my fun,” Elliot snapped.
