Jana leaves to acquire some party favours.

Once the Warmistress has left, you can't resist asking Donald about the.. exchange the two of them had had, how she'd brought up his dalliances with his Elven servant and he'd simply insulted her.

"Oh, that?" Donald says. "There was no truth to my words. Well, aside from liking to ride dear Daena. It was all for Jana's benefit. She gets off on it."

"She- what?" You respond, a little dumbfounded.

"Spirit's honest truth, she does!" Donald insists. "Likes me to belittle her, tell her I prefer other women. She's even had me lay with women, Solla, Daena, others, in our bed, while she simply sits and watches."

"M-most unusual." You remark.

"Well, we all have our little peculiarities, don't we Ed?" Donald winks. He... may have a point there. A little teasing paled in comparison to carrying on a torrid affair with your demon mother.

"D-does Jana know you like... you enjoy..."

"Enjoy cock?" Donald says shamelessly. "Mate, you found out the night you met me. You think I'm gonna hide part of myself from someone as important as Jana is to me, bloody mother of my heir?"

"I suppose not." you remark. "Perhaps she'd enjoy seeing the two of us at it."

"She might at that!" Donald grins. "Imagine that, that I'd rather get fucked up the arse by a foreigner than be with her. Spirits, but that'd drive her mental!"

"Still, only if you feel up to it." Donald says reassuringly, patting your leg. "You do know I'd never rush you into anything you were uncomfortable with, eh?"

You nod, considering your next course of action, until Jana returns, a tray laden with delights. The blonde-haired warrior locks the door behind her, providing the three of you some privacy.