"Are you still having fun?" Lith took numerous pictures of Morok's smudged, disheveled appearance.
"No." The Tyrant replied, trying to catch his breath. "I guess I owe you an apology. That wasn't fun at all. By the way, you're not really going to show those pictures to Quylla, right?"
"Right." Lith nodded. "This is blackmail material."
"Thanks, man." Morok sighed in relief. "I- Blackmail?"
"You heard me." Lith snapped a good close-up. "With this, I can shut you up whenever I want, and it's worth to me more than you think. Besides, it doesn't take you much to get out of my thumb. Just tell Quylla."
"Yeah, right." Morok cleaned himself with darkness magic. "Because she's going to take it well."
"She won't, but it's better than hearing about this from someone else." Lith shrugged. "That's why Kami knows of all the times someone hit on me."
"All of them?" Morok asked in disbelief.
