Lor (Monstrous, #7)

by Lily Mayne

“I mean, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want. I just like knowing my buddy is getting some. Sow those wild oats, you know? Or, I mean, not so wild, if you’re in a committed relationship. Sow those committed oats, my man.”

“Would you like a drink while we wait for the formal address to begin?” My mouth was dry with nerves, but before I could even answer, he was turning to a member of staff standing silently at the side of the room. “Some tilik-steeped water for our Moric,” he barked, then turned back to me with a simpering smile. “I know it is the kind you favour, Moric.”

please dont be poisoned (edit: not exactly)