A Crow does not crack under torture. A Crow-”I darted my hand in, finding his vulnerable waist through the thin cloth of his tunic, and squeezed; he... squealed in a less-than-manly fashion, and Aedan and I cracked up completely.“Fine, fine. I shall give you a hint and see if you can guess. Fereldan, noble, attractive in a broody sort of way.”I considered, but then shook my head, gesturing for him to tell me more.“Dark hair. Strong arms.”I thought about it for a few minutes, and realised I needed. We were using each other but letting each other. That's what casual sex is, right?” Casual. Yeah, that's just what I needed this to be – there wasn't any desire on my part for any kind of romantic or emotional relationship.Dinner was ready, so we turned our attention to serving it up and digging in, enjoying most of the rest of the bottle of wine with refilled glasses. As our plates and glasses got emptier, our conversation turned to other things, including typical nerdy things, some of which. However, there were no guards, no sign of restraints yet. Lord Morgan said he understood demon brides more than most. Badger thought that if it weren't for his connection with Lucinda, he probably would have created more trouble for himself. However, he was trying to prevent her from becoming directly involved. To do that, he forced himself to believe that Lord Morgan just wanted to talk. There would probably be time for Badger to make trouble later if things went badly.Badger walked with Lord. A growing migraine pounded at my skull as I shut myself in my private bathroom, shutting the door tightly. I leaned against it and stared at myself in the reflection of the mirror. Short dark hair, dark eyes, pale skin, curves in all the right places. A figure hugging black dress, cute red heels that added to my height. I had really gone all out to look my best. And for what? For a party that was beyond my realm of caring since he wasn’t even here to distract me from everyone else who had shown.