[ Beleth makes a face at that, then at Sorrel in general. Kissing, she might admit to. The rest is territory she finds terrifying and worrying, better to be ignored until her mother forces the issue. Not with Fate, not with anyone. But that’s darker than this is supposed to be. ]

You’re a terrible person, Sorrelean Ashara. And don’t make it weird, or read too much into it.

Creators, he’ll probably try flirting with you. He slept with the last person I directed him to, and made sure to smugly tell me. Ass.