He was quiet, watching as I returned to the work of packing. He cleared his throat and spoke again. "You don't smell of desire." I startled. "Should I?" "Asterion won't touch you until you do. I doubt even the wolf would, though he's hardly the most noble of us," Marius said. "I take pleasure when others do," I said, frowning. "Yes, that's why you were so useful to Birsha, of course. A powerful lodestone of pleasure in a house that tormented so many. But Asterion is not the selfish sort, and I don't think more force will heal you in the long run."
