“Go on, then. I believe I was in the middle of making an excellent point, and you were just about to interrupt me.” Kamran laughed, took a quick sip of tea, and promptly swore out loud. “Why is this tea so hot?” “Apologies, sire. I’d always hoped that one day your tongue might be irreparably damaged. I see now that my prayers were answered.” “Good God, Hazan, you should be shot.”
