User blog comment:HoundTheDestroyer93/Ask Hound And Samia/@comment-28358106-20170502014500/@comment-28358106-20170520003456

"Long enough to know when my intervention is needed." Cyndwella looks down at her blouse passively, then shrugs. "Eh, one of us will just lick it off later." She then sticks the whole popsicle in her mouth and pulls it off of the stick in a display that, while not particularly lewd, is indicative of a pasttime Marcus is very familiar with.

She tosses the stick in the fireplace. "Now, you know exactly what I'm talking about. Don't play like you don't.  How cruel do you think it would be for me to say, 'gee, Eva, you're a top fuck and all, but I think you need to stick with scrubbing the scullery rather than being a part of our loving family.  It won't do to mingle with the commoners.'"

She puts her hands on her hips and gives Marcus an angry scowl. "And you KNOW that I don't approve of wasting my time with rabble. Eva's not rabble.  She's a treasure and you know it.  The decision of what she wants to do with her life is HERS and HERS alone.  Don't you dare think that I'd reject her if she wanted in."