The goddess was in a borrowed body but she didn't have the sway of hips that Emma had. Emma walked enticingly. He remembered when she walked naked in front of him and he wondered if she was exaggerating her hip sway. But she was always like that.
Emma wasn't as serious as Maeve or conniving endlessly. She was chirpy.
Maeve applied more makeup, wore jewelry from top to bottom and then got up. As she walked, her jewelry jingled like that of cattle. Lazarus stifled a chuckle. She came to sit opposite to him, out of his reach. He realized that she actually liked to avoid him. He sipped more blood from his tumbler and said, "How was your stay in Sgiáth Bio?"
"Wonderful!" she said excitedly, remembering Ailill.
"I hope you won't be going back now."
