"Oh Your Majesty you're just trying to pacify me. I'm doing the work of a babysitter to a young woman who is more than two centuries old but refuses to grow up! Sometimes I wish to just bend her over and spank her derriere so hard she won't be able to sit for weeks!" He blurts out, and I want to laugh at his words, but I hold back my laugh. I mean, he shouldn't be talking about her in this manner, no matter what she's done.
"Ian, you wish to spank her?" I turn to glare at him, and he seems to just realize what he's said but clearly doesn't plan on taking it back.
"Your Majesty, all I'm saying is. Maybe it's time you put someone else in charge of her. As we speak, she's fled yet again definitely to another country I'm yet to find her and I'm tired of finding her. She's draining me mentally and physically. I might snap someday and completely forget her status and spank the shit out of her." He says, then adds, "Forgive my language Your Majesty."
