Asha’s jaw tensed at those words, trying not to scowl and toss an axe right between his ghost grey eyes. “Thank you, my Lord…” She dipped her head. Asha ran her hand along her side, until it came to rest on her hip. “My Lord wishes me? Hm. Who am I to do him disservice, when he is so very tempting…” Drowned God, kill me now, if you are merciful. Or better yet, kill him.