“What is it you desire? You are here for a reason—a specific one. A man?” Her eyes narrow as she looks me up and down, her nostrils flaring as though she can smell my desperation. “I come to you to solve debilitating megrims,” I answer after shaking my head. “Ah, that is what you think,” she says, her eyebrows rising, her expression knowing. “Your problem is a man, I assure you.”
