"Oh, I love being around women, Your Majesty." Salem smiled and gave a careless shrug. "Just not in a sexual way."
Primrose frowned. "What do you mean by that?" When she spotted a wooden bench in the garden, she tugged him over and made him sit down.
Salem sighed, rolling his eyes dramatically. "I don't need to explain my sexual preference to you." But when he noticed the confusion still written all over her face, he let out another long breath. "Fine. Think of it this way … I enjoy being with women, being friends with you, but if you ever asked me to sleep with you, I'd refuse immediately."
Primrose quickly pressed her finger to his lips. "Shh … don't use me as your example. My husband would probably behead you if he heard that joke."
She was certain that Edmund must have heard it. That was why she silently prayed her husband wouldn't take the honey-badger's words too seriously.
