I confess I have no idea what the hell this is. By John harris.

 

 

 

"Don't we sound like proper princes."

"Mm. Yes. 'Excuse me, miss," quoted Alric in a high accented voice, "could you help us solve our little tiff? Now, my friend here says that a sparrow can only carry so much. But what if we...'" he trailed off and let his voice return to normal. "I'm surprised she didn't pass out before I had a chance to finish."

"Why is it always sparrows?"

"Because, my dear friend, no one ever suspects sparrows." Alric grinned at Kent, who blushed and continued trying to undo his tie.

"I can't believe that they can spend their entire day talking about things like that. I'd go mad if I had to actually mean it," Kent said, throwing his tie aside.

"Me too. There's loads of things I'd rather do."

"Does any of it involve me and a bed?"

"A bed, a wall, a table.. anything I can put you up against."

Kent smiled and moved towards Alric, stiffening and turning to examine a vase as a maid entered. Alric smiled gracefully and stood up.

"Excuse me, miss, but could you help us settle an argument?"