Yes, he does.

Author’s note: Hey guys, minor retcon. Verdi has light green hair and bright pink eyes since that’s how “Ariel” appears in the original prompt’s image.

She held him for some time. Hours passed as the sun began setting through the window. She didn’t speak, merely content to hold him in her arms. Over time, he regained his composure, breaking the silence as he asked her a single question. She knew he would ask this, but she prayed they would not have to have this discussion.

“How long was I in there?” He asked quietly. She knew he was smart enough to deduce that he had been locked away for a short time, but telling him the precise length was a cruelty she did not want to inflict.

“We don't have to talk about it.” She answered, knowing full well that whatever answer she would give would hurt him.

“How long?” He insisted as she held him tighter. There was a tinge of desperation in his voice.

“A minute. Maybe 90 seconds.” He went limp in her arms, his mind and his heart trying to make sense of what she said. He trembled, as if laughing silently or crying to himself at the truth. 90 seconds. A minute and a half. How long was it to him?

“Oh.” That was all he had to say of the matter. He didn’t ask or say anything else. He did not dare tell her how long he had been in there. In a way, she was almost thankful to be ignorant of the truth.

“You'll never go in there ever again. I promise.” She swore to him as he released her, looking her in the eye, his left eye still closed. For a moment he looked scared, only to wipe the fear away to a more neutral expression. Despite doing his best to act normal, he still refused to open his left eye. Had that thing injured it to the point even he couldn’t regenerate from it? She refused to ask. If he didn’t want to talk about it, he wouldn’t. “Come on, let's go get everyone else and let them know you're awake.” She proposed as he nodded.

“Yeah, good idea.” He said, forcing a smile as the two of them left the room and made their way to the stairs where they were guarding Eren. As they descended, Citrinas heard nothing, the entire team well acquainted with hiding their presence against intruders. As they reached the bottom of the stairs, everyone seemed to coalesce from the air itself, each of them experienced in ambushes. The only one who seemed to not be present was Harvin, Mathias, Evangeline, and Bell.

“About fucking time you woke up you lazy bastard.” Fenri said jokingly, throwing her arm around his shoulder while tussling his hair, relieved to see that he was finally awake. Citrinas wanted to tell her to take it easy on him, yet Verdi spoke before she could.

“Y’know, the first time I passed out, I woke up with a mouth on my cock and you two stark naked. Where the fuck were you?” Verdi complained as Fenri rolled her eyes.

“Inventory.” She said as her clothes disappeared in an instant. She grabbed his head and pressed it into her chest. “There, happy?” She asked as Verdi casually reached up, grabbing her right breast and squeezing it. A small bead of milk formed as it flowed down his hand, her body instantly reacting to his touch as her lower lips began to moisten.

“Kinda. My cock still feels dry.” He said, idly playing with her breasts while everyone shouted.

“GYAAAAH! AVERT YOUR EYES DEAR!” Daria exclaimed, her hands rushing to Varrick’s helmet visor only to feel his gauntlets as he covered his own eyes first.

“HAVE YOU NO SHAME!?” Varrick exclaimed, cowering at the sight of her as Fenri scoffed.

“Shame is for ugly women and men with small cocks.” She answered, not fazed in the slightest at being naked in front of everyone despite Belsach leering at her and puckering his lips as though he were drinking from something. Rather than feeling dirty like any normal woman, she flaunted her chest out, making sure he had a good look at her.

“Hey, how much is it gonna cost to get a taste of those milkers?” He asked, smacking his lips as he watched her breast milk spill out between Verdi’s fingers, her chest like an endless spring of liquid ambrosia. He looked like he was dying of thirst, his eyes fixated on the white flowing liquid running down Verdi’s fingers.

“Fuck off, I called dibs!” Verdi said, separating from Fenri and licking his fingers as Belsach reached to his waist, pulling out a coin pouch full of gold. He jingled it like a set of bells, hoping the clinking would entice them as he hoped greed would surpass lust.

“I’m not asking to get both titties. I just want one. I wanna know how hero milk tastes.” He said as Verdi licked her milk, thinking for a minute before speaking.

“Not as sweet as Citrinas’, but it has this nice aftertaste that lingers that’s kinda… I wanna say nutty?” He answered as Citrinas blushed red.

“Don’t talk about my… Stuff in public!” She exclaimed as Belsach’s interest was piqued.

“And how does royal milk taste?” He asked intently.

“It’s a pleasant sugary taste that’s kind of like, say, a dessert wine. It doesn’t linger as long as Fenri’s milk. I would say that it-”

“SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP RIGHT NOW!” Citrinas said, covering Verdi’s mouth before he could go on, now beet red as everyone but Belsach and Fenri looked away from her, each of them having intimate knowledge of the flavor of her chest.

“Just a lick. One taste and I'll be happy.” Belsach asked while jingling his bag of gold. “If it’s money, I can get more. I can get a mountain of gold if you want. Just a taste.” He offered, the goblin fully capable of amassing a fortune that would make a noble willing to spread their legs like a cheap harlot.

“YOU ARE NOT SUCKLING FROM THEM YOU ACCURSED RAISIN!” Varrick exclaimed, still covering his eyes. “AND PUT ON SOME CLOTHES FENRI!” He shouted, even angrier as Fenri smirked.

“Inventory.” She said as Varrick let out a sigh of relief, removing his hands from his eyes only to have Daria cover them. In that split second he saw that she was in fact, wearing clothing. Just not the right clothing he wanted. She was wearing a thin, almost translucent silk that clung to her body, showing her figure while concealing it at the same time. Somehow, she looked more naked than when she was completely naked. Belsach grabbed his crotch, trying not to tear his pants at the sight of her he licked at her with his eyes.

“Just one glass. Please Champ, I'm a goblin dying of thirst.” Belsach conceded as Verdi’s eyes filled with pity. He looked at Fenri as she scoffed.

“Do I look like a fucking cow to you?” She asked, already knowing what he was about to ask of her.

“Come on Fenri. I'll even give your nipples a huge upgrade. Listen, I can make it so that they can…” Verdi said, leaning over and whispering into her ear, his words striking a chord with Fenri as she went from disbelief to momentary disgust to interest.

“I'm sold. Get to work.” Fenri said as Belsach halted him, a serious look on his face.

“Watch it Champ. Life magic’s real fucking dangerous. One bad spell and you're turning those chest puppies into chest mutts.” He warned, not knowing that Verdi had a far safer way of modifying a body or that Fenri’s milk was one of his modifications.

“Life magic?” He asked, unsure of what Belsach meant before snapping his fingers. “Oh, right, I never told you. I can make potions that make a girl’s tits bigger, make them lactate, make their tongues super long, and a bunch of other stuff. Way safer than life magic and mostly temporary unless you repeatedly apply it or give a super dose.” Verdi explained as Belsach’s eyes nearly bulged from his head.

“How much for five thousand gallons of this stuff?” He asked quickly, hyperventilating as he grabbed Verdi by the shoulders. “HOW MUCH CHAMP!? I WILL PAY WHATEVER YOU SAY!” He exclaimed as Verdi’s eye had a glimmer to it.

“What are you thinking?” Verdi asked as Belsach spread his hand out, as if casting illusion magic over him.

“I’m gonna build a series of sprayers and use wind magic to disperse it across the city. I’m gonna turn every woman into a bimbo with massive tits, juicy asses, and extra long tongues.” He answered happily. “It’ll be… Beautiful.” Citrinas saw a tear run down Verdi’s right eye as he sniffled slightly, the beauty of his statement leaving him on the verge of tears.

“I can’t take money for such a noble cause. We can have everything set up next-”

“No. No. No. NO!” Daria and Varrick exclaimed in sync, standing between the pair as though they were the true threats to humanity. “You are not-”

“I bet Varrick’s a chest guy. I bet he’d LOVE to see you with giant milkers that bounce everytime you take a step.” Verdi said as Daria froze, drool falling from her mouth as she threw a glance to Varrick. “Imagine giving him a milky tit fuck with jugs the size of your head.” He continued as Daria’s resolve seemed to shake.

“That is a blatant lie, I would not want to see that!” He shouted quickly. As loud as he was in his proclamation, the only thing they could hear was his sword as it began vibrating as if to yell at him for his lies. Even with his helmet covering his face, Citrinas could see his eyes bulge out in terror as he reached to his sword, hoping to stifle it. “This-This means nothing! It’s not-don’t look at me like that!” He exclaimed, his equipment quietly disproving his words as Daria pulled Verdi aside.

“Okay, how much for the potion, and this super dose you said, how much would it take for me to be at least an H cu-”. Before she could finish negotiating with Verdi, Citrinas felt a presence appear behind her as an elderly voice spoke up, the tone refined and soft.

“I ask that you all not plot terrorist attacks in my guest house.” Harvin said, the elderly butler joining them as Citrinas felt another presence enter the room. She looked over to see Mathias and Verdi looking at each other, the pair smiling to be reunited. Verdi smiled as he looked at the pair. For a moment, she could see Mathias look at Verdi’s shut eye before looking away, ignoring it completely while Harvin maintained his usual demeanor without giving the slightest interest in Verdi’s odd actions.

“Brother, it’s good to see you’re awake and in good spirits.” Mathias said as the pair reached out, exchanging a brotherly hug.

“Mathias! Am I glad to fucking see you!” Verdi said, overjoyed to see his friend after so long as he frowned and looked at him. “Shouldn’t you be in Kolderia?” He asked, unsure why humanity’s strongest had left the city. Mathias shrugged casually at the question.

“The royals, the court, and the Kolderim family may complain all they want. They can do nothing to stop me from coming to the aid of my brother or my father.” He declared, remaining the same low born mercenary raised by Eren rather than embracing his new persona as humanity’s strongest. It was almost comical to see the conniving, scheming world of nobility try and fail to sway Mathias to join them. Before they could go any further, Citrinas heard a pair of footsteps stomping towards them.

“Dearie! Oh, it’s so good to see you up and about. To be honest, I was quite worried you’d never wake up.” Evangeline said as she gave Verdi a tight hug, his face smothered in her chest as an audible snap was heard. Then another snap. It sounded like someone was chopping down a tree as Evangeline continued to squeeze the life out of him.

“Get off him you fucking pigeon! He JUST woke up!” Bell said, her hammer slamming into the side of Evangeline’s head, dropping Verdi as she was slammed into the neighboring room. Breaking through the wall, the angel’s arms began to mutate, bones emerging from her skin and reshaping her arms into a pair of razor sharp blades. Her half fractured skull became a helmet, her exposed brain crawling back into her body as her wings reverted to a pair of breathing tubes.

“All is fair in love and war.” She said, her voice distorted by the bone helmet as the two prepared to fight. Suddenly, Citrinas felt a chill run down her spine as everyone froze up, sensing something oppressive nearby. Harvin slowly walked forward, standing between them as he flashed them a smile as bloodlust poured from him. It was chilling as everyone recoiled at the sight of his amicable smile.

“Please do not damage my home. Even I have lines when it comes to cleaning.” He requested as Evangeline and Bell nodded shakily, the pair outright refusing to antagonize the butler any further. Citrinas just stared blankly, watching the two become meek as lambs with a single glance. As they went silent, Verdi seemed to stare off into the distance.

“Seems that jackass whose ass I kicked is awake.” Verdi said, scanning the area as Harvin sighed as though Verdi had discovered something he shouldn’t have.

“Yes, Master Eren is awake.” He said reluctantly, confirming what Verdi already knew.

“Great. I wanna see him and rub my victory in his face.” Verdi said with a smirk, his view of the hero lacking the hostility they expected. Citrinas almost wanted to rub her eyes, not sure if this was the same traumatized person who clung to her for hours in silence.

“You two just woke up. You should both spend a few days to cool off.” Varrick offered, unsure of how the two would interact. Verdi didn’t remember Eren, and the only interaction the two had was a **** match. Whatever bonds they once held had been frayed. Citrinas couldn’t help but agree with the sentiment. Worst case scenario, the two of them might fight again.

“If he bitches about it, tough shit.” Verdi said, pushing past them as everyone followed, not sure whether they should or could stop him. He reached the door to Eren’s room, grabbing the handle and throwing the door open.

“Long time no see jackass.” Verdi said as the door opened to display Eren and Tristiana speaking in hushed tones with one another. The second he entered, Tristiana’s face turned to pure awe while Eren went pale, as though he were seeing a ghost. He seemed to shift between visible relief at seeing his friend’s survival to shame as though he were a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Verdi, on the other hand, looked annoyed yet was nowhere near as furious as their first meeting.

“Uh, hey…” He stumbled out, his bold and brash personality suddenly meek as though he were facing a higher being. Verdi rolled his eyes, sighing before speaking.

“Fuck. I know I’m scary as fuck, but grow a pair and look me in the eye, fucker.” Verdi demanded as Eren nervously looked up, forcing himself to maintain eye contact with him. As he saw Verdi’s shut left eye, he swallowed and looked back at the ground. “LOOK AT ME!”

“Right.” Eren said, startled as he looked back at Verdi.

“Let’s cut to the chase. What the fuck is my name?” Verdi demanded as everyone in the room stiffened, knowing that he was chasing a dead lead. Eren looked at his hands once more, gathering the strength to answer his question.

“I’m sorry. You never told me your name.” Eren answered as Verdi’s face went blank. Nobody could read his expression. Not even Harvin seemed to be able to grasp what he was thinking before Verdi let out a long, sustained groan.

“So what did you call me back in the day?” He asked, content with even a nickname or a moniker Eren had given him. At that moment, Eren went from sullen to bright red as he seemed to have trouble speaking.

“Uh, not important.” He said succinctly as Verdi squinted his eyes.

“I’ll be the judge of that. Tell me.” He demanded.

“Look, what I called you isn’t important okay?” He said, his voice cracking as Verdi glared at him.

“If you don’t tell me, I’m gonna have my foot lose its virginity IN YOUR FUCKING ASS!” He threatened as Eren mumbled something under his breath. “I’m sorry. What was that you called me?” He asked as Eren repeated himself, his voice loud enough that everyone could hear it.

“Older sister.” Everyone stared at Eren’s flustered face as he blushed red, then to Verdi’s stone cold face as he went pale. Silence. Nobody dared speak as Eren seemed to shrink with every passing second as Verdi’s glare of judgment intensified.

“You called me Older Brother? Well that’s fair. I can accept it.” He said, his voice cracking as he embraced delusion once more. As he said that, Varrick’s sword began to vibrate. Considering how sensitive his sense of touch was, Verdi probably detected it better than anyone could hear it.

“No. I called you older sister.” Eren said quietly, resisting the urge to hide his face. Despite how ridiculous it sounded, nobody could truly fault him for the nickname he had given Verdi. The only dispute they had with Eren’s nickname was that he looked like a younger sister rather than an older one.

“... Was the nickname ironic?” Verdi asked hopefully as Eren coughed into his hand.

“I, uh, found out shortly after the uh, machine got me that you were a guy.” He said quietly.

“How-how-how long have you known me again?” Verdi asked.

“About 1,500 years.” Eren mumbled, the hero’s age on par with ageless nightmares like Evangeline despite being human. Verdi just glared at him in silence, not having anything else to add as Eren shrank under his judging gaze. “Don’t look at me like that! Everyone thought you were a woman!”

“Why the fuck would you guys think that!?” Verdi exclaimed angrily.

“I don’t know. Maybe it’s because you wore a big leather coat that was 4 sizes too big for you so we couldn’t see your build, you never told us your name, and you didn’t correct us when we called you stuff like Elder Sister or Lady of the Forest!” Eren countered as Fenri joined in the conversation.

“Don’t forget he smells like flowers, has silky smooth skin, long flowing emerald hair, a high pitched voice, and a cute face that screams innocent maiden.” Fenri chimed in while grabbing Verdi by the chin and tilting his head up so everyone could get a look at him. As they took a closer look, they could see she truly had a point. Even knowing his past, she couldn’t see him as an ageless warrior. The most she could see was a village militia girl.

“I DO NOT HAVE A HIGH PITCHED VOICE!” Verdi shouted, his high pitch causing their ears to ring as Varrick’s sword vibrated. “And I’ve tried to cut my hair, but the stupid thing won’t stay short!” He added, forming a knife from his sweat and cleaving several strands of hair from his head. Before the cut hair could even hit the ground, fresh hair grew down to his shoulders, his body considering cut hair to be an injury to be healed.

“Honestly, when we first met I thought he was one of the prostitutes they hired for the Heroes Summit.” Fenri continued, coming to Eren’s defense for once as Harvin chimed in.

“Lady Fenri, the Heroes Summit has never nor will ever have prostitutes.” He said as Fenri frowned.

“So who were those chicks I fingerbanged into a coma during the feast?” She asked, genuine confusion running across her face as Harvin sighed.

“So that’s where all the maids went…” He said wearily as if uncovering some forbidden truth.

“So you’re telling me not a single person realized I was a guy?” Verdi asked as Eren exclaimed.

“You kept us at arm's length! How were we supposed to know!?” He asked angrily.

“Don't you fucking lie! We were probably the best buddies around! You're all just morons!” Verdi shouted back.

“You didn't even tell us your name! You probably saw us as soldiers or apprentices or some crap like that!” Eren said as Verdi scoffed.

“Fucker, past me plotted this whole fucking thing to save your stupid ass, and you’re sitting there telling me you’re not sure if I saw you as my buddy? What more proof do you want? Do I gotta suck your cock and gargle your nuts? Cause, if so, you’re right, we weren’t THAT good of friends!” Verdi exclaimed as Eren grew angrier.

“I nearly killed you! What kinda friend does that?” He asked as Verdi smirked.

“Don’t flatter yourself! I beat your sorry ass so badly you needed Tristiana to put you back together!” He answered, almost amused by Eren’s response.

“I fucking ruined your life! You don’t even remember your name!” He countered, the hero himself not sure what he expected Verdi to do. It almost sounded like he was trying to get the alchemist to attack him.

“Fuck you, I've been having a blast in this world! Sure I had some hiccups, but if I had the chance I'd do it all over again!” Verdi said as Eren blinked several times, as though he had heard something he couldn’t believe.

“Really?” He asked as Verdi sighed.

“Varrick, hold out your sword!” He demanded as the paladin obliged, unsheathing his blade. Unsurprisingly, the blade was still broken, Eren’s fist shattering it from their battle earlier. It was half its usual length and would require a master blacksmith to repair it, but the enchantments imbued within it held strong.

“I've had fucktons of fun in this world and I've been happy here. I should thank you for giving me this time, so stop moping around you little bitch!” Verdi said, the blade remaining dormant as the lie detection enchantment found no falsehood in his words. He truly was happy in Ruyanei. As he said that, Eren seemed to go into shock, a weight seemingly lifting from his shoulders. Before he could say anything, Belsach walked forward, reaching forward and grasping Eren’s shoulder.

“Champ is right. You got fixed, Champ’s awake, and nobody died! I call that a win, so we shouldn’t be bummed out right now!” Belsach said as Eren seemed to grow, the guilt of his actions slowly fading as he straightened his back. He began to laugh quietly to himself. At first it was a small chuckle, the volume growing louder and louder with each passing second. Before long, he was letting out an uproarious laughter that filled the room as though he had heard some incredible joke.

“You’re right. We should be celebrating right now.” He said before snapping his fingers. “Pelrin, how many girls do you have on your payroll?” He said as the mercenary leader appeared in the same manner as Harvin and Mathias, seemingly coalescing from nothing. As he appeared, Verdi looked over and studied the plain man with visible confusion.

“Who the fuck are you?” Verdi asked, unfamiliar with the mercenary before his eyes widened. “Wait, I remember you! You were in Kolderia! Who the fuck are you!?” He said as Citrinas gawked at him. He noticed Pelrin in the city? She thought back to when he complained that they were being followed, and suddenly realized how long they had been tracked. Pelrin paid him no mind despite being pestered with a thousand questions.

“I have a **** of 10,000 strong ready to act at any moment.” Pelrin answered, far more intent on fulfilling a contract than obliging Verdi’s questioning.

“I am talking to you jackass!”

“Hire everyone for one week on an intel gathering mission. Major one. Get your payment from the money I left with Isoldi. You know I’m good for it.” Eren answered as Pelrin nodded, continuing to ignore Verdi.

“Understood. Targets?” He asked.

“Targets are everyone in the city, us included.” Eren answered as Verdi rolled his eyes.

“You’re draining blood from a stone. I’m an amnesiac.” He reminded as Eren chuckled.

“I’m having something else drained.” He said cryptically as Belsach pulled Verdi to the side, visible excitement on his face as he explained what was happening.

“Pelrin’s the current leader of the Roses. And he gathers intel using prostitutes. Lots, and lots of prostitutes. The best and sluttiest prostitutes. Women that would do ANYTHING.” He said Verdi looked to Eren with a new light.

“I fucking knew you were my best buddy.” Verdi said as Pelrin nodded.

“I’ll go get the spies ready.” He said, leaving to do Eren’s bidding as Verdi called out to him as he left.

“Oi! Get me some nasty girls! Real fucking sickos! I want to spend the next month questioning my life choices!” He demanded, as Citrinas sighed, unsure whether she should warn him of what he had just asked for.

“Get some slime girls too! I wanna do a slime surge!” Fenri demanded.

“A what?” Citrinas asked, unsure of what exactly she would need a slime girl for.

“Slime surge. Shove a slime girl’s monster core in my cunt, have guys fuck and creampie me, core drinks up the cum to reform her body, and the girl squeezes herself out of me. I hear it feels insanely good.” Fenri explained, the fetishes of her home world nothing short of repulsive.

“I’m interested, aroused, and disgusted. Tell me more.” Verdi said as Fenri flashed him a grin.

“They say the slime girl can jerk you off inside of me while you’re fucking me. You can fuck a pussy AND get a blowjob in the same hole.” Fenri said as Verdi started to shift in place, his pants growing tighter at the thought. He had gotten both of them at the same time with his abnormal body, but never in the same hole.

“If you think that’s wild, you should try fucking a manticore tail.” Belsach chimed in, his degeneracy and knowledge of monster physiology second to none. “It’s tighter than any asshole and there’s this insane suction that drains you. It's like getting the ultimate blowjob.”

“Nothing is better than my blowjobs.” Fenri snapped back, almost insulted at the prospect of being second best in anything.

“You haven't had a manticore tail suck the life out of you.” Belsach countered, winking at Verdi as they egged Fenri on.

“Alright. We are competing. Manticore gets one of your cocks. I get the other. Whoever makes their cock cum first wins.” Fenri said as Belasch suddenly looked at Verdi.

“One of? Champ what are you packing down there?” He asked, ignorant of the inhuman genitalia Verdi had.

“I'm 30% erosarkic. Guess.” Verdi answered before snapping his fingers. “Oh, we should have a blowjob contest like we do for the cunt eating contest!” He exclaimed eagerly.

“Tried that one. Apparently women don’t care for sucking cock even if there’s a cash prize.” Belsach said as Verdi sighed.

“Damn. Worth a try.” He said as Eren chimed in.

“We also GOTTA have music for the orgy. I’m not gonna fuck a girl without something to set the mood.” He said as they began discussing the best music genre to have mid-coitus. As they spoke, Tristiana rubbed her eyes, her tails twitching as though she were trying to swat an insect with them.

Hah…” She sighed as Citrinas frowned.

“Something wrong?” She asked, not used to seeing her sister this

“When I met Verdi, he sounded like an otherworldly being who transcended the realm of humanity. He knew every question I'd ask before I even thought about it and could tell me how the world would look a million years from now. To be honest, he was the closest thing I've met to an omniscient deity.” She said, speaking as though she had seen the face of god. Though Verdi was undoubtedly brilliant, Citrinas had trouble seeing him as anything but the perverse airhead he always was.

“Was his past self really that different?” She asked, thinking back to when he had regained his memories. Whose personality was his “true” personality, the person she knew or the person Tris knew?

“Yeah. Even his style of talking is different.” Tristiana added.

“How did he talk when you met?” Citrinas asked.

“He spoke older dialects of languages and seemed to sound almost formal. Like saying how art thou, or things of that nature.” Tristiana said as Citrinas thought back to when she first met Verdi. He talked just like how she had described. If they hadn’t met while they were stark naked and post coitus, he might have sounded intimidating. She wasn’t sure when it happened, but he started to talk more casually the longer they spent together.

“I cannot believe it. There’s a rampant nightmare on the loose so terrifying it scares gods, we have no plan on how to contain it, and we’re planning an orgy.” Daria said with a groan, watching the two people who could save all life in existence spend their precious time messing around. Yet, everyone in the room was unsurprised by this turn of events, knowing full well that Eren and Verdi were birds of a feather.

“Let them have their fun. They’ve both earned this.” Varrick said, unwilling to fight the unwinnable battle that was denying Verdi or Eren sex. The best plan was to just help them with whatever scheme they had so they could get back to work.

“I agree. Now if you would all excuse me, I must begin planning.” Harvin said as Citrinas gawked at him.

“You’re helping them for the orgy?” She asked in disbelief.

“I am far too old and happily married to aid in planning such rigorous merry making.” Harvin said, Varrick’s sword remaining silent as he spoke. “Somebody, however, needs to clean up, but the job must be done.” Harvin said as they heard Verdi speak up.

“We need a lower viscosity lubricant. By your design, the Slut’n Slide is not gonna work. You’re just gonna turn whoever is riding it into a lubricated missile at the first turn.” Verdi said as Harvin seemed to age by a century at the words Slut’n Slide. She saw fear in his eyes when the numbers hit the 4 digit mark.

“Gods give me strength for my coming ordeal.” Harvin said quietly as he left the room with the same grim determination of a man marching to war.