I learn'd a sang in Annadale, Nine inch will please a lady. —" It was bawdy humor, in an old, rich accent that reminded me of a time before Birsha. It was Conall grinning and flashing sharp canines, and Asterion's eyes rolling while he lifted a hand to cover his groan. My face stretched, a curl of warmth in my belly cutting through the endless hunger, and a strange sound escaped my lips—laughter, bubbling up from some place inside of me that I thought had shriveled away long ago. "Shh, there's two more verses," Conall said, winking at me.
