Faded smoke pillars rose, Igna puffed, attentive to Serene's words, "-employing her might send ripples."
"Since when did my master give a damn, pardon the expression, about other people?"
"Well," he puffed, "-since, I suppose," and pressed the cigarette against the balustrade, "-Serene, I'm glad, I appreciate the visit."
"No problem, majesty," her very expressive outfits stretched to limits on her leaning against the balustrade, her dress felt as if it would rip, "-call me if you need anything, and I mean, anything."
