"He smells of potential," she continued, her tongue darting out to lick her lips. "Untapped power just waiting to be... drawn out. Perhaps I should offer to train him personally. I have so many techniques I could teach."
The way she said "techniques" made it absolutely clear she wasn't talking about combat training.
"Keep your appetites to yourself, Seraphine," Morganna the Blood Queen said coldly. "We're here to assess his worthiness for the council, not your bed."
"Can't it be both?" Seraphine replied with a sultry laugh, but she leaned back slightly.
"Enough," came a voice that cut through the banter like a knife. Chronus the Timeless, the Tenth Seat, finally spoke. His appearance was shifting constantly, young one moment, old the next, but his voice remained consistently cold and dismissive. "We're wasting time on theatrical posturing. Let's address the fundamental issue here."
He looked directly at Satou, and there was nothing but contempt in his eyes.
