Muuch better. And Miko allowed herself to wrap her arms around Futo to hold her down to her chest. A little swag and a little silver tongue and she had this situation back under her control.

"I know. But the truth of the matter is, this was a logical conclusion hundreds of years in the making," she gently stroked through Futo's hair. "To say yes... to let it go on to what was naturally progressing toward... that was all I wanted from you.

But you didn't want to. You wanted to drag your feet. And I don't have the patience for it any longer. Nor do I want to see you do something you don't want to do just because I said so. I am not truly your lord and master anymore. You must realize this."