"Your orders?" Hanna asked.
Behind her, Xena ignored the commotion and kept working on her heavy makeup. If she went out now, people would think she was a clown, and she wouldn't rest until she massacred anyone who called her that.
Han nodded. "We have to clean up a mess. Let's head down and keep everyone at attention. I'll deal with the problem myself."
Without asking why, Hanna nodded. "As you wish."
She hurried downstairs to relay Han's orders and make sure the others didn't handle it on their own. She suspected Han meant to use any incident for training, and she was right.
His maids were experienced. At most, he'd let Hanna handle it to test the limits of her dragonized body. The others might fight in formation to keep in shape. Xena and Bellatrix would go first to probe the enemy and read their moves.
As much as he valued both, his maids were far more devoted than his pets.
