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“I am not in the habit of deflowering maidens with such lack of finesse,” Riordan replied.
Her anger, spurred by her humiliation, had not abated. “No? From what I heard, you’re not in the habit of anything at all!”
His eyes narrowed. “Now what tales do they tell of me?”
She allowed the twitch of smile touch her lips, though she’d never felt less like laughing. “They say you haven’t brought a woman to your bed in nearly six harvests. Nor a man. That you spend each night alone, no matter how many willing partners you might have. Some say ’tis because you wish not to dilute your magic with excess sexual congress. Others claim your preferences run to the perverse—that the mere flesh of another human can not satisfy your urges.”
He lifted an eyebrow at her. “Really? And pray tell me, pretty one. What do you think?”
Noa replied calmly, “I think you are afraid of intimacy.”