Tomas was frowning, and Theron just looked smug. Everyone else kept sneaking glances at Blake, who ate self-consciously, too hungry to pick at his foo... nervously. After a few more minutes, Theron cleared his throat."Sierra, I've been thinking about what you said. Could you explain that quote you told me to everyone else?"Eamon glared at him, and I almost laughed. Swallowing my bite, I wiped my lips with a napkin and then repeated the quote for everyone. Theron nodded and made a 'go on'. She chatted for a while before returning to finish the meal. We quietly ate and I complimented her cooking. She smiled, saying ‘thank you’. Afterwards and we’d cleaned up, she began to sing. It was one of those simple child songs she’d learned but the tune was pleasant. Bowing before her I asked, ‘May I have this dance?’ I didn’t expect her to accept, but she did. We cleared a space on the floor, I took her in my arms and we did a slow dance as she hummed one of her tunes. She changed tunes. Strip away the glamour and the shape remained the same, though the looks changed to somewhat more reptilian in form. No, there were no snakes on the head either, that’s a bit of a myth descending from the shaped helm they’d wear in battle, though their hair often enough was braided to give some form to the myth.“You wish to explain why you demanded a Council member attend with regards to the deaths of four young men on this island?” Morgana asked bluntly causing the Gorgons watching to murmur. Meg was furious with jealousy, me only having to do a couple of hours work a day and having the rest of it to my own private freedom. She knew, and accused me (sic) of wanking far too much. She was right. It was getting sore from so much hand attention and I’d had to take to using some lube to stop the chaffing (!) So, being the gent I am I decided to treat her. We quite often indulge in some phone sex when I’m away, both wanking while do so and cumming together. Meg had sent me away on this.