"Ah, but didn't you say to me earlier--extol the powers a whore can have? Legs spread, for the most powerful men in the country. Hearing things, learning things? Yet you need not be a whore. I will do what you ask me to do, Alexander," hand creeping lower when the feels that shiver, the other poised over his stomach, the small swell, easily mistaken for a small, barely-there deposit of fat.

Will give Alexander anything he asks for, that is in his power to give. They could prepare, now, for when he is gone.

"Do you not like the idea, that there is something growing in you? That I put it there?"