As for his genius business plan to capture tribal women?
"Tomorrow," he decided. "The business empire starts tomorrow."
Now, a cynic might say he was postponing his genius business plan just because he couldn't wait to get into Evara's furs. They might say he was thinking with his lower brain, abandoning his grand ambitions for a taste of the widow next door.
"Don't slander me," Sol muttered to the invisible audience in his head, adjusting his tunic self-righteously. "Do I look like that kind of person? A man ruled by his lust?"
He paused.
"I do? Well... then you are absolutely right."
Ahem.
"Enough joking," he corrected himself, shaking his head. While the Evara factor was indeed... significant (massive, really), there were practical reasons for the delay.
