He sighed, the sound rich with the exhausted amusement of a man who ruled thirty women, one sentient mansion, and now apparently a jealous goddess who could fold reality like cheap origami.
The problems and waters a harem master like himself had to navigate were indeed endless. Glorious, exhausting and occasionally hilarious.
He adjusted his coat — which didn't need adjusting, because ARIA's goddess-touch had placed every thread with surgical arrogance — and looked down at himself, then at Nyxire, trying to process what had just happened on a scale larger than the argument itself.
This had been his first ride on one of ARIA's little dimensional joyrides. Something he hadn't even known she was capable of until about ninety seconds ago.
She had simply folded space around Madison, Nyxire and then him like it was lint on her shoulder and dropped him exactly where he he had to be with the casual efficiency of a being who was rapidly outgrowing the need for his permission.
