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Acknowledge me, they urged him, if you dare. To her delight he caught up her hand and kissed it, his manner as flirtatious as ever, and introduced her to his bride in a way that made it clear he still found her utterly desirable. Smugly she glanced at the new bride, her face warm with triumph. You can marry him if you like, my dear, but you’ll never change him. And when he tires of your meager pleasures, we’ll have him back again, and teach him just how poor his judgment was when he bound himself to you. But if she expected the black-haired girl to respond with embarrassment, or (even better) with jealousy, she was to be disappointed. The bride greeted her graciously, even gladly. Amazing! Was she that blind to her husband’s proclivities, or was she simply living in a fantasy in which marriage, like a magical spell, would suddenly and completely alter his behavior? But then she looked at Andrys again, and she saw the way he regarded his bride, and a flush rose to her own cheeks as the truth hit home. The habits of a lifetime could not be shed in a single afternoon, and thus it was with this playboy’s surface mannerisms. But deep within his eyes an adoration glowed that put all his former lovers to shame. And his bride, however young, however inexperienced, understood that. She endured his flirtation because she knew it for what it was: a habit, no more, now empty of meaning, no more to be criticized in him than the way he walked, or the casual elegance with which he dressed. It was all show without substance now, and she was too savvy to feel threatened by it. Andrys’ former lover slunk away with chastened mien, and another, eyes glowing with anticipated triumph, took her place.

“You’re a voyeur,” Saris accused.

Karril chuckled. “No argument there.”

Tables were set out laden with rich foods, a lavish spread such as only the rich could conjure. Karril walked behind the tables while servants doled out portions to the guests, checking the quality of each offering, prepared to intervene should any one item come up short. But it was all perfect, from hors d‘oeuvres to wine to the inevitable wedding cake, and at last he retired in the shade of a tree to feast himself on the enjoyment of those who were eating.

“They’re gone,” Saris noted.

“What?” He followed her gaze toward the main gate of the keep, then chuckled anew as he realized what she meant. “Their guests are satisfied. The requisite ceremony’s been performed. Why not sneak off for a few minutes to celebrate in private, while attention is fixed elsewhere?” He shot her an appraising glance and noted, “You don’t hang out with humans a lot, do you?”

“This is the first time I’ve put on a really human form.”

“It looks good.”

“Thank you,” she said, startled.

He leaned back against the tree trunk and crossed his arms, to all appearances a well-sated guest who was waiting for his food to digest. “There’ll be more of that now, you know. Curiosity will win out over fear in all but a few of our kind. New emotions to learn, new experiences to court ... we might even try that one in time,” he said with a smile, nodding toward the keep where the two lovers had disappeared.

“What? You can’t mean—” She looked at him in astonishment. “It’s just an illusion, Karril, you know that. The fact that this time you chose a male form and I chose a female—”

“I didn’t meant that,” he said quickly. “Obviously we’re not human in fact, that goes without saying. But think about it, Saris: surely our mother did more than spawn a few random demons when she conceived us. She meant to create a species, according to the rules of life as she knew them. Clearly she wanted us to be self-sustaining. Doesn’t that imply some kind of reproductive capacity? And doesn’t that in turn imply some kind of ... interactive potential?”

She stared at him in disbelief, unable to muster words. At last she laughed, a silver sound. “You’re incredible, you know that?”

He grinned. “It’s been said.”

“You’ve spent too many hours in human form. It’s addled your mind.”

“And you’re too mired in your aspect for your own