Asmodeos looked at the youth before him. The man was wearing armor, rather than silks. For all that he was a concubine, he still had that air around him, which promised pain, should someone cross him.
"Let me get this straight? You want me to leave my throne just so I can watch mom boss dad around?" Put like that, Asmodeos knew that his offer was about as appetizing as a spoiled apple.
Still, he felt for Mike. To be castrated by your own wife, even if it was indirectly, was a nightmare enough.
To find out that your son refuses freedom and would rather stay on as a concubine might give Mike a heart attack!
"Just visit him. Say you got accepted into the army," Asmodeos said. With the heroic armor, the man was wearing, that won't be a tough lie to sell.
