"Don't talk about suggestions and work and the welfare of the kingdom when I'm not wearing anything below the waist," Lothar grumbles. It's a common enough complaint. Still, he loves Llane's mind even when it has an inability to shut itself off and he thinks he's just going to have to deal with that now instead of later. He finishes with his own clothes and gives his king a knowing look.

"Do you see anything in particular that pleases you? Or have you gotten tired of looking at me after all these years?"