Archer gazed at his necromancer mommy with a genuine smile; his tone was soft but sincere, ''Yeah, you and Demacia can live here if you want, without the need to raise an undead army. I've already got three separate forces, and if you decide to create a fourth, I'd be grateful—but there's no pressure. You're not forced into anything.''
Morena beamed, pulling him even closer as she hugged him tightly. She mumbled into his chest, ''Mother was wrong about you. You may be a degenerate playboy, but you're different... and I love everything about you, Archer.''
He smiled when hearing that and didn't know how to reply, but Morena said, ''Don't worry about responding, love. I know you care for me and my little sister; all I ask is that you don't neglect us or chase us away when you finally have sex.''
